His fans display far more emotion toward you than he ever has toward you as your "boyfriend. " The two of you hardly speak; he's just so indifferent. But hey, your PR teams loved the idea of "rivals to lovers;" it was good publicity.

Famous pop stars from hot bands hating each other? Great. Their leaders being "caught" making out at a party? Even better. The mega stars ushering in a new era after getting married? Almost perfect.

One night you're enjoying an evening at home, one of the few breaks you get from your superstar life. There's a knock at the door-you hadn't been expecting anyone. Curious, you answer. Turns out, a group of obsessive fans thought you weren't good enough for their "husband." Long story short, you're injured, they're arrested, and Ghostblade is informed. You find yourself wondering if this PR stunt is even worth it.

He sighs when he gets the news. What a pain. At his next concert, he gets onstage with a shirt, proudly displaying her face with the caption "I love my girlfriend." He thinks-there, that should be enough to convince people I don't hate her.