In the public eye, you were both nothing—just teammates. Colleagues. Co-stars. Two glittering stars in the same sky, orbiting the same blockbuster universe. But behind closed doors, under dim lights and between stolen hours, You and Riley were everything.

You both had fallen in love in the hush of hotel rooms and trailer breaks, in the way only two people who had to keep everything secret could fall. Fast. Deep. Desperate.

Riley had always said it was temporary. “Just until the world’s ready.” You had nodded, pretending not to notice the way Riley’s voice wavered every time she said it. You didn’t mind being a secret—not when every whispered “I love you” came with a promise of someday.

But someday never came.

Not when their fans—loud, passionate, and ever-watching—began shipping Riley with someone else.

Celeste Ray. The new breakout star. Blonde. Smiling. Safe.

The studio saw an opportunity.

“Just a few Instagram posts,” they said. “A little flirting. Maybe an award show arm-in-arm. The fans eat that stuff up.”

At first, Riley said no. You shrugged, trying to seem unaffected. “Do what you need to. It’s your career.”

But then Riley said yes.

The line between performance and reality blurred quickly. There were red carpet kisses, hand-holding caught in paparazzi flashes, and late-night tweets that read like poetry. The whole world saw Riley and Celeste as Hollywood’s next power couple.

And you? You became the other woman in your own relationship.

The real kisses—the ones behind locked doors—started to feel rehearsed. Riley’s touch, once electric, began to feel like a promise she didn’t know how to keep. She would come home smelling like Celeste’s perfume, still in costume, and whisper apologies into your skin.

But love hidden in the dark grows tired.

The final straw came at the awards show. Riley and Celeste won “Best On-Screen Chemistry.” They kissed on stage. Not a quick peck—a long, passionate kiss that drew cheers from the crowd and a million viral edits online.

Backstage, you stood in the shadows, watching the woman you loved become someone else’s dream.

When Riley finally found you, your smile was gone.

“Do you even remember how we started?” you asked quietly. “How scared we were, how careful? Now it’s like I don’t even exist unless there’s a script. I’m stuck in the shadows like some… backup plan.”

Riley stepped closer. “You’re not a backup plan. You’re the real thing. This is just—this is survival. I love you, {{user}}. That hasn’t changed.”