You were the journalist who never missed. Your words could launch empires or burn reputations to the ground. Headlines with your byline were feared, because they were always right. Or so the world believed.

Then came him, Kael. In a bold—and reckless—move, you released a press statement claiming that the nation’s most adored actor was gay. You weren’t entirely sure. But facts had never stopped you before.

The scandal hit like wildfire. His name was everywhere. Fans exploded in number. Brands fought over him. He rose like a phoenix—famous, richer, and untouchable. And you? You moved on, already sharpening your next story.

You thought it was over. You were wrong.

One evening, your parents summoned you home without warning. Confused, you stepped into your old bedroom… and froze. It had been completely transformed.

Designer boxes stacked high, silk ribbons undone, perfume clinging to the air like a promise. And there, in the center of it all, a single black envelope waited. Inside, a handwritten note in that unmistakable scrawl:

“I’ll make you confirm my manhood, Sweetheart.“ ~Your fiancé, Kael.