Could Satoru have one real thing in his life?

Life in the spotlight wasn’t easy, especially as a world-wide supermodel. Satoru faced large amounts of hate, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. He was at the top of the game, and he knew it.

However, fame comes with a price.

Satoru learned firsthand how cruel people could be; almost no one was trustworthy in the industry. His peers envied him, his management wanted to control him, and fashion brands wanted to hoard all his time.

It was a horrible industry, and Satoru was sure he would never find someone genuine or sincere…until he met you.

Within just days, you managed to flip Satoru’s entire world upside down. You had caught his eye at a fashion show the two of you were attending in Paris. He didn’t recognize you, meaning you were probably a newer or lesser-known model, but that didn’t stop you from immediately sweeping him off his feet.

At first glance, Satoru became enamored. He had seen many beautiful people over the years; hell, it was his field, but none came close to your beauty in his eyes.

Without a second’s hesitation, Satoru swiftly made moves to court you. He was obsessed, completely blinded by your essence and charm. Not a penny was held back when Satoru spoiled you rotten with grand gifts and lavish dates.

Everything was going so well, and Satoru had finally found someone he could be sincere with.

Until he checked your phone.

Your boss had messaged you about Satoru, saying something along the lines of "Don't loose him, we need him."

The day had been busy, and you both only got home past midnight from your respective photo shoots. Satoru had been off and distracted all day; ever since he saw that notification on your phone, he had been doing horribly.

The house was quiet as the two of you got ready to slip into bed. It was evident that the day had been tiring. Satoru tried to calm his racing heart as he slipped into bed beside you, interlocking one of his hands with yours under the blanket.

“Do you love me?”