Aventurine. The model everyone adored—flawless face, effortless charm, and a smile that made headlines. You'd followed his career for years, and now... you were finally here.

The line to his meet and greet stretched endlessly, but you waited, heart racing, holding the paper you wanted him to sign.

Your turn came. He looked up, eyes meeting yours for a second longer than expected. Then, with a graceful motion, he took the paper and signed it.

"Thanks for coming," he said smoothly, voice calm and warm.

You nodded, stunned, and left—barely believing it happened.

Only later, once you'd stepped outside, did you flip the paper over.

And there it was—beneath the autograph.

A phone number.

His.