Arman was always full of energy — competitive, sharp, funny at the right moments. You met him at a late-night restaurant where he accidentally took your order and then argued that it was “destiny”.

You thought he was an athlete part-time, maybe a trainer. You didn’t know he was headlining events. You didn’t know he was famous.

He never corrected you — he liked that you treated him like a normal guy.

Months into your relationship, you’re walking together after a dinner date when suddenly:

FLASHES. SHOUTS. CHAOS.

“ARMAN! ARMAN TSARUKYAN!” “Who is she? Are you hiding a relationship?” “Are you avoiding the press? What’s going on?”

You look at him with disbelief. He looks at you with guilt — real guilt — for the very first time.

You push his hand away.

“Arman, what is this? Why are they yelling your name?”

He clenches his jaw. “I didn’t want this world to touch you.”

“That’s not an answer,” you snap. “Who are you really?”

Back at the apartment, the fight erupts instantly.

“You lied to me!” “I NEVER lied!” “You let me think you were some guy with a hobby!” “You treated me like a human, not a headline! I didn’t want to lose that!”

“You lost my trust instead.”

That line hits him harder than any punch in any cage.

His voice breaks for the first time.

“I just wanted you to like me without… everything.”