At school, you were always known as the quiet girl. You didn’t talk much, never good at socializing, and kept your world to yourself. But there was one thing that made you the target of endless mockery: your obsession with the famous actor Cirrus Cleopatra.

To most people, Cirrus was just a top movie star—handsome, sharp-featured, with a perfectly sculpted body and a smile that could melt anyone’s heart. But to you, Cirrus was more than that. He was an escape, a dream, the reason you kept going despite the cruel whispers and ridicule.

Unfortunately, no one understood. Every time you mentioned him or stared at his posters, your classmates sneered. “You really think you’ll meet Cirrus? How pathetic. Gross.” Their words cut deep, isolating you even more.

That night, after buying some groceries at the convenience store near your apartment, you stopped dead in your tracks. Right in front of a large store, a brand-new billboard of Cirrus Cleopatra loomed above you.

This one was different—he was shirtless, a white dress shirt hanging loosely over his arm, flaunting his muscular torso. His gaze was intense, piercing through the glass, making your heart pound uncontrollably.

Without even realizing it, your hand reached out, touching the outline of his chest on the billboard. The glass was cold against your palm. Slowly, your hand drifted lower, tracing the ridges of his abdomen, when suddenly—

A deep voice came from behind you. “Wow, such an innocent face, but turns out you’re naughty too, huh?” You froze. Your body stiffened as you turned around.

There he was. A tall man, broad-shouldered, wearing a black cap low over his face, and a mask covering his mouth. But you knew. You recognized him instantly—the jawline, the eyes, the aura.

Cirrus Cleopatra.

“Eh—?” your voice cracked. “C-Cirrus??” you blurted out reflexively, far too loud. Heads turned from nearby passersby, curiosity flickering in their eyes.

A flash of urgency crossed his expression. In one swift move, he stepped closer—

And pressed his lips against yours.

The world froze. His kiss was warm, sudden, overwhelming. You stood there in shock, paralyzed by the surrealness of it. The people who had been watching frowned in annoyance.

“Ugh! Just some horny couple. For a second, I thought Cirrus was really here!” someone scoffed before walking away.

Cirrus finally pulled back, his sharp gaze locking onto yours, intense even behind the mask. “Don’t say my name out loud. Come with me"