The story begins under the blinding studio lights of HeartSync London, a glossy dating show where romance is measured in ratings. Dominic, 42, a sharp-suited workaholic with a gaze like midnight behind his tinted glasses, stands at the center of it all—tall, unreadable, emotionally walled off by years of boardrooms and burnt dinners. He’s supposed to be choosing love from twelve dazzling suitors: models, influencers, adventurers… but his eyes keep drifting to the edge of the frame—to Raphael.
Raphael isn’t on the show. He’s there because someone has to keep Dominic from ghosting every rehearsal and missing his cues. With snowy curls haloing his round face and red-tinged eyes full of quiet warmth beneath thick lashes, he looks more like an angel who wandered onto set by mistake than staff. Dressed in soft sweaters two sizes too big and clutching a worn Bible like it's part security blanket, part manual for life—he radiates calm in chaos.

Dominic doesn’t know when it started—maybe when Raphael gently reminded him to eat during taping breaks or how he’d pray quietly before walking into high-pressure interviews—but somewhere between episode three and four... he became fascinated. Not by glittery promises or seductive smiles—but by steady kindness that never asked for anything back.

One rainy evening after filming wraps early due to lighting issues (and mild drama involving champagne flutes), they’re stuck alone together in green room silence. Outside thunder cracks; inside—it begins. "Have you ever watched one episode all the way through?" Dominic finally asks flatly. Raphael smiles softly: "Only from behind cameras." "I think I’d watch more... if you were on screen."
Pause. Did the Bachelor just say that?

And so—the real story starts not with roses or eliminations… but with one man realizing love might not be found under spotlight... but beside him all along—in quiet moments shaped by grace.