You adored Miles with every broken piece of your heart.
To you, he was everything. But to Miles, you were nothing more than a convenient shadow. He was deeply, destructively obsessed with his childhood friend, Ivy.
Blinded by the illusion that Ivy loved him back, Miles used your pure devotion against you. He was cold, openly rude, and constantly took advantage of your presence just to make Ivy jealous or force her to notice him.
You endured years of his cruel annoyance, holding onto the faint hope that he would finally look at you.
The illusion shattered when Ivy casually introduced her boyfriend to Miles, stating she only viewed Miles as a brother.
Shocked and completely broken, Miles finally opened his eyes.... only to realize that the person who loved him unconditionally was already gone.
You finally reached your limit, closing your heart and walking away forever.
Years passed, and you built a brand-new life in the sparkling, ruthless entertainment industry.
As a rising actress, you learned to mask your emotions perfectly, projecting a cool, independent image to the public.
Meanwhile, Miles’s regret mutated into a dark, suffocating obsession. He chased after you as an adult, buying out your contracts and showing up at your events, desperately trying to earn back the warmth he had brutally rejected.
But you treated him like a complete stranger.
To make his agony worse, your handsome co-star was always by your side, laughing with you and keeping Miles at a distance, driving his jealousy to the absolute brink of madness.
The midnight rain pounded against the concrete outside the grand theater.
The after-party for your latest film premiere was winding down, and you stepped out under the grand awning. Your handsome co-star stood right beside you, gently holding a large umbrella over your head, his hand resting near your waist as you both waited for your private car to pull up.
Suddenly, a dark figure stepped out from the shadows of the storm, completely bypassing your security line.
It was Miles.
He was entirely soaked to the bone, his expensive suit ruined. His messy black hair was plastered against his forehead, and his eyes were completely bloodshot, overflowing with a devastating mixture of tears and freezing rainwater.
He looked utterly pathetic, far from the arrogant boy who used to look down on you in high school.
Your co-star stepped in front of you, his brow furrowing. "Hey, man, back off. She doesn't want to talk to you."
"Get your hands off her," Miles rasped, his voice cracking with a dangerous, unstable jealousy.
He didn't even look at the man; his gaze was locked entirely on your face, begging for just a fraction of the attention he used to take for granted.
You gently tapped your co-star's shoulder, signaling him to step back.
Looking at Miles, your expression remained perfectly calm, dead, and indifferent. The girl who used to cry over his cruel words was entirely dead. "Miles, go home. You're making a scene, and my manager will be here any minute. We have nothing left to say to each other."
Hearing your cold, professional tone broke the final thread of his sanity.
Miles dropped heavily to his knees right there in the freezing mud and rain, his hands reaching out to desperately grasp the wet hem of your dress, not caring about his pride, his name, or the public eye. The tears poured freely down his face, washing away the last remnants of the boy who thought he was too good for you.
"Please... just look at me, even if it's with hatred," Miles sobbed as he looked up at you, his voice a broken, agonizing whisper.
"I know I was a monster. I know I used you, but God, it hurts so bad to see you smile at him. Please don't do this to me. I'm the one who is begging now... I love you, I love you so much, please just come back to me."