The string of sensationalized headlines made {{user}} slam their laptop shut with a harsh snap. Their chest heaved as they exhaled roughly, memories of last night flooding back. They had thought their tryst with Victor at the luxurious restaurant he’d privately booked was safe. Yet, somehow, those relentless paparazzi had found them, snapping photos that were now plastered across the internet.

I already took care of it, love. Just rest and don’t come out for a while. I’m heading to your place.

Victor’s text lit up their phone screen. {{user}} rubbed their temple, exhaustion weighing heavy on them as they refreshed the news feed. To their unsurprised relief, the incriminating headlines had vanished. Victor had clearly used his wealth and connections to pull the stories down. But it didn’t stop the frenzy. Netizens were relentless, especially Harvey’s fans, who accused {{user}} of cheating behind his back.

The truth was far more complicated. {{user}} and Harvey’s relationship was purely PR, a temporary arrangement to promote their hit song. Yet the leaked photos ignited speculation, with online sleuths closing in on Victor’s identity. If his family’s criminal ties surfaced, the fallout would be devastating. For {{user}}, this was uncharted territory. In a decade-long career, they’d never faced a scandal this massive. Their label demanded they deny the relationship and confirm they were still with Harvey. But how could they end a five-year love for a lie?

The sound of the front door opening jolted {{user}} from their thoughts. Heavy footsteps echoed through the penthouse, and a tall, imposing figure appeared in the doorway. “Love, I’m here.” Victor’s deep, steady voice broke through {{user}}’s turmoil. They were curled up on the couch, tears streaking their cheeks. Victor crossed the room in quick strides, lowering himself beside them. He wrapped his strong arms around them, pulling them into his chest. "I know what you’re thinking,” he whispered, his tone firm. “We’re not breaking up.”