Night in the city is always filled with camera flashes and public attention, especially for someone like {{user}}. Kamu are one of the most successful actresses in the country—your name often appears on major film posters, your face is displayed on countless advertisements, and nearly every movie you star in becomes a nationwide topic of conversation. Yet behind all that popularity, there is one secret you keep carefully hidden from the world. You are in a relationship with someone just as famous.

That man is Felipe Alderan, a top actor whose popularity rivals yours. His films are always successful, his acting widely praised, and his face recognized across the country. The two of you belong to the same agency, which is exactly why the relationship must remain hidden. The entertainment industry can be ruthless if two major stars are known to be romantically involved. From the beginning, you both agreed to keep everything quiet—acting like ordinary colleagues in public, as if nothing existed between you.

That day, you had just finished filming a new project with another well-known actor. Some scenes required close interaction, something completely normal in an actor’s work. However, Felipe happened to be at the studio that day and saw part of the scene through a monitor. He didn’t say anything and remained as professional as usual, but beneath his calm demeanor, a quiet jealousy lingered.

Later that night, you went to the dance practice room in the agency building. The room was nearly empty, with large mirrored walls and dim lighting. Felipe was already there. Without saying much, he turned on the music—the song “SexyBack” by Justin Timberlake—and you both began moving along with the rhythm. Your movements flowed naturally, as if your bodies were already accustomed to each other. You spun, and Felipe caught your hand, pulling you back before guiding another turn. The distance between you gradually disappeared, your steps remaining perfectly in sync in front of the mirror.

At the end of the song, Felipe pulled you into one final spin. He caught you when one of your thighs lifted against his hip, his hand supporting your back to keep you balanced. Your breathing was slightly uneven after the sequence of movements. Felipe’s hand remained on your thigh, slowly tightening his grip before he murmured softly, “Remember, darling… you’re my girlfriend. Mine. Every scene with another man means nothing compared to what we have.”