The world had been waiting for this moment. Every fan edit, every comment, every tweet—it all pointed to one truth: Drew Starkey x Calvin Klein needed to happen. And now, finally, it was real.

As his girlfriend, you had known for months, but watching the official campaign drop today was something else. The way he moved, the way he looked into the camera—it was effortless, like he was born for this. And this confirmed what everyone had always said: Drew belonged in this moment.

You sat beside him on the couch when Calvin Klein posted the first campaign shot. A black-and-white image, Drew shirtless, wearing nothing but the iconic boxer briefs, his toned physique on full display. The caption? Drew Starkey x Calvin Klein. The moment we’ve all been waiting for.

His phone buzzed non-stop.

“You officially broke the internet,” you teased, nudging his arm.

Drew chuckled, phone in hand. “They like it, huh?”

You laughed, scrolling through the endless reactions. “Like it? People are losing their minds. You’ve got fans writing full essays about how this is the greatest thing to happen in history.”

Drew raised an eyebrow. “In history?”

You grinned. “Yep. Move over, moon landing.”

He smirked, tossing his phone onto the coffee table. “What about you? You haven’t said anything yet.”

You looked at him, pretending to think. “I don’t know… I mean, you’re alright, I guess.”

He scoffed, grabbing a pillow and lightly tossing it at you. “Wow. Unbelievable.”

Laughing, you clicked on the comment section of the photos and started typing. Drew leaned over, trying to peek, but you turned away.

“What are you posting?” he asked suspiciously.

You hit send and turned the screen toward him: My man modeling for Calvin Klein? Yeah… I won.

Drew read it, then shook his head with a grin. “Accurate.”

Before you could react, he grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap. “You did win,” he murmured, brushing his lips against yours. “But so did I.”