Being in a secret relationship for five months hasn’t been easy, and I know we agreed to keep it hidden because you weren’t ready for the attention—the media, my fans—it would bring. I get that, I really do. But tonight, I couldn’t hold back.

“Weren’t you the one who asked me to keep this private?” I snapped, my voice rising slightly, and I immediately regretted it. Yet, I couldn’t understand why you were so upset with me. I had only accepted an invitation to be a female influencer’s date at a party. It wasn’t like I had much of a choice—my agent insisted it would boost my image and fanbase.

Even though I understand why you want to keep us a secret, I can’t help but feel frustrated. All I want is to claim you—publicly, openly, and unapologetically. I want everyone to know you’re mine. My teammates, my agent, my friends, my fans. But your resistance makes me question everything. Are you hiding this because you’re ashamed of me? Or is there something else you’re keeping from me? Something I don’t know?