The headlines raved about the infamous Kenji Sato. 'Best player in the league', 'Such a perfect man', 'Charming and good looking' were all they seemed to chalk up to. You didn’t believe it for one second, everyone had their skeletons.

So that’s why you booked an interview with him, although it wasn’t your idea. Your boss urged you to do it for the reads and ratings.

Anxiety coursed through you as you rang the doorbell on his fancy house. After a long few minutes of waiting, a shirtless Kenji with messy hair answered, "Oh, you’re the interviewer?" He smirked.