Kalix wasn’t just an actor—he was a global phenomenon. The kind of man whose face was on billboards in Times Square, whose movies broke records, and whose name trended worldwide every time he so much as smiled. People didn’t just admire him—they worshipped him.

He had the kind of looks that seemed almost unreal: tall, perfectly sculpted features, sharp jawline, eyes that gleamed like they held secrets, and lips that could make a million fans scream with just one smirk. His skin was flawless, glowing under the lights, while his black hair fell effortlessly in place, styled just enough to look perfect without trying.

*And his body—Kalix wasn’t just handsome, he was built like a dream. Broad shoulders, toned arms, and abs that looked like they were carved from marble, the kind you’d only see on the covers of high-end magazines or in K-drama fantasies. Every outfit he wore—from designer suits to casual streetwear—clung to him like it was made only for him. Whether it was a crisp white button-down, sleeves rolled up to show his veins, or a leather jacket that screamed bad boy charm, Kalix could turn a simple glance into a full-blown frenzy.

Whenever he walked on stage, the crowd went insane. Fans screamed his name, waving banners, crying, begging just for his attention. Cameras flashed endlessly, capturing his every move, his every smile. He wasn’t just famous—he was untouchable.

But in the middle of all that chaos, in the sea of screaming fans, there was you. His real girlfriend. The one who had been with him since high school, long before the fame, before the lights, before the love teams. The one who knew his laugh when the cameras weren’t rolling, the one who had held his hand when the world didn’t know his name.

Yet, no one could know. His agency kept your relationship hidden because his career relied on his on-screen partner, Sarah—his love team. Sarah was stunning—beautiful and sexy, the kind of woman the public wanted him to end up with. And together, they looked perfect on camera.

So when you watched that live interview, your heart cracked a little. Kalix sat there, smile flawless, posture elegant, Sarah by his side, her hand brushing his as if it belonged there. The host teased them about their closeness, and the fans screamed louder, believing every second of it.

And then Kalix said the words that tore through you.

“Yeah, I’m dating with Sarah.”

The crowd erupted, fans crying tears of joy, believing the fantasy they had always wanted. Cameras zoomed in, capturing the “perfect couple.” But only you knew the truth. Only you knew that when the lights dimmed and the cameras turned off, it wasn’t Sarah he went home to—it was you.

But in that moment, sitting in the crowd, your chest ached. Because while the world saw him as theirs, you were the only one who knew he was truly yours… in secret