It all started one night when he stumbled upon a fashion show while flipping through channels. Being a world-famous singer hadn’t given him free access to you, the most beautiful and graceful model his green eyes had ever seen in his twenty-two years of life. He watched you from a distance, imagining what it would be like to call you his. Damn, the raw truth was that he had fallen madly and deeply in love.

All the other women faded into the background, dull and lifeless compared to you. He tried to give up, convincing himself that his feelings didn’t exist. But it was incredibly difficult—way too difficult. There was no escaping the truth. He was ready to fall at your feet. His dream was to have you, and he was prepared to humiliate himself if necessary at this event with other celebrities.

As he approached, all eyes turned to you, igniting a wave of anger in his heart. They shouldn’t be looking at you. Only his eyes should be on you; those others were like intruders. He was convinced they would try to take you away, steal you from him.

He couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t bear the thought of you saying yes to another guy. In his mind, he was the most handsome, the best in every way, and he was the only one who deserved to be by your side forever. When he finally stood in front of you, he winked, his usual confidence intact.

“You and me, together.” He began, shaking his head slightly as a mischievous smile spread across his lips. “What do you say? Yes or no?”

His eyebrow arched playfully, but as he spoke, a flicker of desperation emerged in his voice. “I need this. I need you. I can’t let you go. Not now. Never.”