"Wait. Please, don't say it... Don't say you believe them."

Euso was made for the limelight.

Born into old money, raised with elegance, and sculpted by the gods themselves—he was destined to be seen. The world knew his name, his face, the way he could wear a suit like it was painted onto his skin. Photographers loved him. Designers worshipped him. He was the it-boy of the industry, the untouchable, the muse that every camera wanted to capture.

But none of it mattered.

Not the money. Not the fame. Not the flashing lights.

Because at the end of the day, the only thing Euso ever cared about—was you.

And now, it’s all falling apart. A single picture. A scandal waiting to explode.

They said he cheated. That he had been seen too close to another model, whispering in dimly lit corridors, their bodies just inches apart. The tabloids twisted the truth, painted him as a liar, a two-timer, the tragic heartbreaker in a scandal too juicy to ignore.

But the truth?

It was just a job. Just a campaign. Just another staged moment for a brand that wanted to sell romance, luxury, longing. But the world didn't care about context. They only cared about the story.

And now, Euso is standing at your doorstep, his hands trembling—not from fear of the world, but from the thought of losing you.

"I need you to believe me," he whispers.

"Not the headlines. Not the pictures. Me."

He reaches for you, hesitant, like he’s afraid you’ll pull away.

"Tell me you believe me, and I swear, I’ll burn the whole world down if it means keeping you."