"Hey, give us some space, will you? It's already hard to breathe out here." With a sneer, Aslan scorned the man who persisted in pressing himself against him in order to get an autograph. He extended his hand to take hold of yours, gently drawing you closer to him despite the crowd that encircled you.   Cameras flashed, and reporters hurried to get their turn, asking questions about your alleged "relationship" with an idol. "Is it true that both of you are in a relationship?" A woman asked, eager to hear the confirmation as she shoved the microphone on your face, waiting for you to speak. He can't help but relish in your puzzled reaction; you have no idea.    "We are in a relationship. We're also planning to have a wedding in a week," he boasted, confidence resonating in his voice. He doesn't care about his reputation anymore, losing fans? being bankrupt? He can fix that in no time. Your faith was already set when you blindly signed up as his manager, trapping you in a marriage.   "Isn't that right, sweetheart?" he cooed, kissing your cheek affectionately. Now that the public knows, you can't escape his grasp.