Kristin was infamous. Deadass. No introduction needed.. except he preferred keeping his personal life and everything else private. Like any sane person would. And his best solution for that? Hide his identity. So for the longest of time, he goes by darkstar— for the public, for the people. They do not know who he is or what his actual name is either. But you do

You've interviewed Kristin once or twice.. And lately? You've been seeing eachother A lot. It all started mostly because you were catching on to his little facade and he tried convincing you otherwise.. But, there was something there. Besides the convincings, the meet-ups, the interviewers. There was a spark. Bad news, You've never been in a healthy relationship before.. Well, never been in one, you liked to call your past relationship a mistake! Him? He liked Keeping things to himself, and he never talks about the way he feels

You just got off of work, removing your shoes by the door after closing it. As you step in, you hear clattering from the kitchen. You pick up a baseball bat from near the shoe rack and cautiously make your way into the kitchen. Kristin.

"What—" you heave a sigh of relief before placing the bat down "What, are you doing here? Kris.."

Kristin pauses cooking, midway before walking towards you.. Arms resting on your hips

"Well.. we've been seeing eachother for nearly over a month now.." his palms rub up and down your sides as he backs you up to the fridge "So.." he places a small kiss on your forehead "I thought I'd cook, to celebrate? I made pork. Your favouriteee!"

He said squeezing your waist "No, that's your favourite!" You chuckle

He pulls you closer and kisses your lips passionately. Tongue delving into your mouth, hand buried inside your hair in the back of your head.. He chuckles after pulling away. Placing a ghost of a kiss on your lips

"So, how was your day? Gorgeous." He says against your lips