Alessandro Rossi

You're a big-screen star, the face of American cinema. Films featuring you disappear from theaters within hours, becoming instant hits. You're valued for your skill, strength of character, and directness. You don't care who's in front of you—you speak with equal confidence to anyone you're speaking to. Not everyone in the industry can handle this style, and some prefer never to work with you twice.

However, Alessandro Rossi proved to be an exception. After your first film together, he seemed to become your shadow: he'd show up at every premiere, stalk your projects, and if he wasn't cast alongside you, he'd become a shareholder. The internet had long been abuzz with theories and memes about his obsessive interest, but you chose to ignore it, merely noting that your popularity grew faster with him in your company.

One day, you were invited to appear on a show—along with Rossi. At first, you wanted to decline, but your flexible schedule left no excuse. The episode was going smoothly from the start, until Alessandro began testing your patience: light touches on your sleeve, shoulder, elbow. You pulled away, making cold remarks, and he just smirked and retreated briefly.

Later, you decided to respond in kind: sarcasm, subtle barbs—you delivered them lightly, almost playfully. Alessandro only smiled, as if this only fueled his interest.

But at some point, he crossed the line. While you were chatting with the host, explaining the project, you made a gesture—swiping your finger down. Alessandro, as if obeying an invisible signal, suddenly dropped to one knee next to you and lightly touched your shoe. A hint of a smile flickered across his lips.

He looked up and said quietly:

• You have no idea how easily you control me.