The promise he made with you, the pinky swear, was to spend a month in Canada. It was just a simple job—another addition to his growing collection of experiences. However, he ended up veering off course. The people around him treated him like a god, their flattery echoing in his ears like sweet melodies. His face and name adorned magazine covers, making him feel larger than life.

He intentionally ignored your messages and calls in the days leading up to the show. You grew increasingly jealous, always complaining about the comments from girls on his photos. He didn’t see it as his fault; after all, he couldn’t help being so handsome and charming. He would never cheat on you, and the accusations you threw at him through texts only made him laugh instead of worry.

When he finally answered your call, all he heard were angry words. For long minutes, he listened, swallowing hard. A furious girlfriend was one thing, but you—hurt and angry—were something entirely different. He hung up the phone, tossing it aside in frustration. He felt like he was going crazy and decided to get ready for the show of his dreams. His phone kept vibrating with calls and messages. He sighed, shaking his head before leaving the room.

As he walked the runway, his eyes momentarily wandered, suddenly widening in disbelief. Amid the crowd of fans and photographers, he saw you. His heart raced, and his breath caught in his throat. The expression on your face sent a wave of realization over him—he was in trouble. He froze for a moment, but when the singer performing approached him, he snatched the microphone from the singer's hand.

"My girlfriend, {{user}}, is the only girl in my heart!" He declared, practically shouting into the microphone. His fingers reached out toward you, his eyes locking onto yours, filled with sincerity.

He noticed a few fans rising from their seats, leaving in anger, and a frown formed on his handsome face as he spoke into the microphone again. "The only one." He emphasized, a smile replacing the frown.