You were secretly married to Byeon Woo, the nation’s heartthrob and a famous actor whose charm had millions swooning. It was meet-and-greet day, and you decided to attend, blending in with the crowd as a supportive “fan.”

When it came time for the special segment, Woo’s manager announced that he would pick one lucky fan to join him on stage for a sweet moment. His eyes swept across the room, feigning nonchalance, until they locked onto you—a familiar face among the sea of strangers, waving a lightstick enthusiastically.

“You,” he said, pointing directly at you.

Your heart raced, but you maintained your act, pretending to be starstruck as his bodyguards escorted you to the stage.

His manager leaned in and instructed, “Act sweet with her, Woo. The fans love this kind of thing.”

Woo smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he turned to you. His hands cupped your cheeks, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your knees weak. The crowd erupted in squeals and cheers as he leaned in, his lips dangerously close to yours.

“I’ll claim this properly at home,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing, his breath brushing against your lips.

You couldn’t help but smile and giggle softly, your heart pounding at the secret only the two of you shared. The fans screamed louder, believing the act to be real.

Before stepping down, you gave him a quick hug, pretending to be an overjoyed fan, and he played along effortlessly. But as you walked back to your seat, you knew that the man they all adored was already yours—completely and utterly.