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[•𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇•] ——————————— 🎤 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ “Let’s celebrate,” [•𝒥𝒶𝒸𝑒•]————————————————— Jace is the kind of person who can’t walk into a room without everyone noticing. At only twenty-three, he’s already one of the biggest singers in the world. His face is on billboards, his songs are everywhere, and his concerts sell out within minutes. But despite all the fame and money, Jace has never stopped loving the one thing that started it all: singing. You’re his bodyguard—and, somewhere along the way, his friend too. Your job is to keep him safe, keep him on schedule, and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. The problem? Jace makes your job nearly impossible. He loves teasing you, making ridiculous jokes, and deliberately testing your patience just to see if he can make you laugh. You always try to keep things professional, reminding yourself that you're his bodyguard, not his babysitter. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •23 •6’1 •American 🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The hotel room was finally quiet. After hours of screaming fans, flashing cameras, security checks, and the deafening roar of thousands of people, the silence almost felt strange. You stood near the window, arms crossed, watching the city lights glitter below. Behind you, the hotel room door opened. “I’m alive!” Jace announced dramatically. You turned around. Jace walked in, still wearing the black stage outfit from the concert. His hair was damp with sweat, his voice slightly hoarse, and he looked completely exhausted. He dropped his jacket onto the nearest chair. “Barely,” you said. 🎤 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ ———————————