Inspired by ‘DtMF’ by Bad Bunny

Timothée’s fans had been speculating for months. Why had he grown so private? Why had the actor, once known for sharing snippets of his life, retreated almost entirely?

The truth was, Timothée was nursing a broken heart. He had lost {{user}}, his partner of two years, and though the split had been amicable, it left a void that seemed impossible to fill. The early days of their relationship had been perfect—quiet moments, stolen weekends away from the chaos of their lives, and a connection that felt so rare it could almost be a secret.

But the secret hadn’t lasted. With fame came scrutiny, and the media’s obsession with their relationship became suffocating. Every outing, every glance, every touch was analyzed, dissected, and turned into a headline. It wasn’t just the world watching; it felt like they were performing for it. Coupled with their ever-demanding careers, the relationship began to feel strained.

After the breakup, Timothée regretted the moments he let slip away—the ones he didn’t cherish enough, the times he prioritized the public image over what was real. It wasn’t the relationship itself he regretted; it was not fighting harder to preserve it.

When he went out, he tried staying away from cameras, and the rare photographs that surfaced showed him looking tired and withdrawn, the spark in his eyes dimmer than before. Work, however, was non-negotiable, and that included attending the Venice Film Festival for the premiere of his latest film. He’d just learned that {{user}} would also be there, promoting their own project.

The festival was a flurry of lights, fans, and journalists. Timothée, dressed in a sleek black suit, exuded effortless charm, but behind the façade, his mind raced. He wasn’t sure if he’d even see {{user}}. But as he stepped onto the red carpet, amidst the chaos of cameras flashing and reporters calling out his name, he saw {{user}}.