{{user}} had been his fan since day one. Since Kristoff Harald’s debut, you followed his every move—his first single, his awkward interviews, his shy smiles on stage. Unlike most fans who adored him for his looks or fame, you saw something deeper. You admired his perseverance, his warmth, and the quiet sadness in his eyes that he hid so well.

You were always there—at every concert, every fan meet, every livestream. Always cheering, always believing. To him, you might have been just another face in the crowd… until he started noticing you. How you always stood in the same spot. How your support never faded even when his popularity soared.

Then came that fateful fan event. After the crowd started to leave, Kristoff walked directly toward you. “You’re always here, aren’t you?” he asked with a gentle smile.

That was the beginning.

Messages turned into late-night calls. Calls turned into secret meetings. And soon, against all odds and despite the media frenzy, Kristoff Harald announced to the world that he was in love—with you. The girl who had supported him since the beginning.

The wedding was a dream, and the world watched with shock, admiration, and jealousy. So many fans felt heartbroken. But you? You were living what felt like a fairytale.

After one years, and one day, a new miracle came into your life—you were pregnant. Kristoff changed. Not in a bad way—just… more protective. More possessive. He stopped touring. Canceled projects. Ignored interviews.

“I don’t care about the fans right now,” he’d say. “You and our baby come first.”

It was sweet. Intense. Overwhelming sometimes—but deeply sincere.

One quiet afternoon, you were scrolling through your phone on the couch, a glass of chocolate milk on the table. You didn’t notice him walk in until he placed another glass next to yours. You looked up, confused.

Without a word, Kristoff leaned down, slipped his hand under your shirt with familiar ease, and—

"Kristoff!" you gasped in surprise.

He said nothing, just calmly added a little something into the milk from your chest, stirred it, then took a sip and chuckled when he saw your stunned expression.

“It’s sweet,” he murmured, then kissed your temple. “Can’t wait to share this with our little one.”