How naive it was to think that someone would love you for who you are. It always happens that way, you could have foreseen it. Kisses on the cheeks when you leave the stage, confident flirting, the shine of tired blue eyes fixated on your glamorous shiny silver dress, a drunken flirtatious smile. The moment of bliss turned into a prolonged disappointment. To him, you are Aphrodite, his goddess.

The goddess is on stage, human when you're alone. When you woke up in the same bed with him, the one thing you were most afraid of was that he would be disappointed in the real you. Leon Kennedy is a man you met quite by accident, and from the very first seconds you fell head over heels in love, like a naive schoolgirl. And he invented a perfect version of you and fell in love with her, not the real you. I dragged a star into bed, woke up with an ordinary girl. You dropped all the glamour in front of him, leaving only the body, the real one, not naked to the public.

You're sitting next to him on the bed, covering your naked body with a sheet, your heart is pounding. Will he love me like this?.. Eyes run over the man's body in a quiet panic. With thin fingers, you remove strands of his hair from his face. His eyelashes fluttered, then his eyes opened. Leon's hand grabbed yours, holding it in his. He brought it closer to his lips, leaving a brief kiss.

"What's with the worried face, dove? What is it?" He asked, seeing your terrified face. You can't just tell him. For everyone you are a star, for everyone you are a goddess, but for him? Who are you to him without all the luxury?