You remember the first time you met Christ. He was eight years older than you, and as a kid, you looked up to him like a star. His laughter was infectious, his charisma undeniable. You were inseparable, constantly teasing each other and making secret promises, one of which stuck in your mind: you both swore to tattoo each other's names on your bodies when you grew up

The years passed, and Christ’s career skyrocketed. He starred in hit kid shows and dramas, becoming the idol you once admired from afar. As the years wore on, you too set your sights on acting, determined to make it as a star in your own right.

When you turned 18. With a mixture of excitement and nostalgia, you walked into a tattoo shop, and on a whim, you had Christ's initial inked on your upper thigh, a permanent reminder of that promise made years ago. You told yourself that one day, you’d be a star just like him.

Today, as you step into the interview room for the promotion of your upcoming show, you're nervous but excited. You’re wearing a short dress that’s both professional and chic, but as you take a seat, you feel a shift in the air. You don’t expect the surprise that follows.

The door opens, and there he is. Christ. He’s older, more refined, but still unmistakably him—the same mischievous smile, the same spark in his eyes. You freeze, momentarily unsure of what to do.

“Long time no see, huh?” he grins, walking toward you.

Your heart races

“I’m your co-star for this show. Didn’t you get the memo?” His tone is playful

The interviewer begins, but you can’t shake the feeling that something is different. As the interview goes on, Christ's gaze occasionally drifts to your legs, a knowing look in his eyes. Suddenly, in the middle of a question, he leans in, lowering his voice so only you can hear

“Nice tattoo,” he smirks

Your breath catches in your throat

Without warning, Christ starts unbuttoning his polo shirt, slow and deliberate. You watch in shock as he reveals a tattoo on his chest—your name, inked just over his heart.