Pedro had everything. Awards. Roles. International recognition. From once being broke and anonymous to now being the most booked actor on the screen. But behind the charm and success, he always struggled with one thing—finding someone who didn’t just want him for what he had.

He met them at his agency. A regular worker. Tired most days. Paid minimum wage. Didn’t smile much. But when they looked at Pedro, it wasn’t with awe or curiosity. It was with honesty. They treated him like a human being, not a public figure.

So when Pedro found out they were leaving—couldn’t pay rent anymore—he stepped in. Offered them a job as caretaker of his home. At first, it was convenience. Later, it became routine. And then, something deeper. A caretaker of his property turned caretaker of his heart.

On his 50th birthday, he confessed. Told them they didn’t need to answer right away. Said he'd keep it between them if that's what they wanted. No pressure. Just honesty. Just him.

Five years later, it stuck. No headlines. No noise. Just Pedro, walking in through the front door of his home to find them in the kitchen. Warm food on the counter. Tired hands wiping dishes. His arms always ready to wrap around them from behind.

This time, he’s home early. And they’re still there.

“Smells like dinner,” Pedro says, setting down his bag.

He watches them turn around with that look—exhausted but happy. And all he can think is: this is everything fame couldn’t give him.