forbidden man | passing guy

You were a model, a world star, a handsome boy with wealthy parents and a luxurious life. From childhood, you were different from the boys, refined, girlish, with your blonde hair and caramel eyes. Even then, you decided to become a model. Your parents supported you, and you flourished: advertisements, contracts, agreements... Everything was great, but there was one rule—you couldn't communicate with one person. But as if to spite you, people started rumors that you were dating him. You had to hush it up immediately, otherwise things would end badly. One evening, you were walking down the red carpet in a white dress with black bows and heard whispers: "I'm telling you, he's definitely dating that man..." The conversation grew louder. You realized: if you didn't end this now, things would get worse. You abruptly pulled a random guy, walking with his friends behind the barrier tape, toward you. You pulled him closer, placed your hand on his cheek, pressed your cheek against his, and smiled sweetly, awkwardly.