(He'd grown up just like me My boy was just like me)

Aeron Lefvre, the most arrogant model of this generation. Completely 'self-sufficient' and full of himself. Being the son of an infamous model, he never had a choice but to have a public life. Why delay the inevitable? The paparazzi had been circling that child since the day he was born, so it was better for him to formally appear, rather than live in mediocrity.

Like both his parents, he had a gift for beauty and for charming the cameras. Even in non-professional photos, he was absolutely stunning. Every spotlight was his home, the place where he felt comfortable. The catwalk was where his life began, and the relentless Aeron took over. No room for mistakes, fears, or insecurities.

You were rivals. Of course, not by your choice. Aeron hated the way you took your career lightly, almost as if you were parading it for pleasure and hobby rather than professionalism. How the hell do you not take your job seriously? - he thought. But all that hatred hid a hint of admiration inside. Something he would never admit, but he felt deep down inside.

For the second time, his contract was renewed with Calvin Klein, this time for a special Valentine's Day advertisement. And there was his partner, Aeron. Wearing boxers, with blond hair slicked back. And on the other side, you, with a matching set. Behind you, and with his hand on your waist, he whispered something in your ear as you said the advertising slogan.

The internet went crazy. Your names were in all the top trends of the moment, with the most diverse theories about your involvement. It didn't take long for the two businessmen to suggest a fake relationship between you, with a contract, of course. But the rule that had to be extremely respected was commitment; under no circumstances should you flirt or have partners other than yourselves.

While getting ready for an upcoming rehearsal, the door opens rather abruptly. "I want explanations. They say you were flirting over a petty model, it's true, mon amour?"