°Connor Storrie

Connor had been yours long before the world decided he was worth watching. Before the premieres, interviews. Heated Rivalry turned his name into something people said with awe. You were there when his dreams were still fragile, when success felt far away, when it was just the two of you lying awake at night talking about "someday".

The show exploded. His career took off faster than either of you could process, and suddenly your boyfriend wasn’t just yours anymore. He was busy. Fans adored him loudly, openly, like they knew him. That night in LA felt like breathing again. You were out with him, wandering familiar streets, the city warm and alive around you. Neon lights buzzed softly, palm trees swayed overhead, and the air smelled like smoke and summer. It reminded you of earlier days, before fame complicated everything. Connor stayed close to you the entire time. His fingers were laced with yours, thumb brushing over your skin like he needed the contact.

You laughed, shared drinks, wandered aimlessly, and every few minutes Connor found another excuse to touch you, his hand at your lower back, his jacket draped over your shoulders, his forehead resting against yours when the noise got too loud.

Your heart softened. You reached up, smoothing your hand over his jaw. He leaned into your touch instantly, eyes closing for a second. Then he kissed you, slow, intimate. The kind of kiss that felt like a promise. Neither of you noticed the shadows nearby. The lenses. The quiet clicks. Because in that moment, the world was small again.

Morning came with a different kind of noise.
Phones buzzing. Messages stacking. Missed calls. Connor groaned, reaching for his phone. "That’s… a lot."

Photos from last night filled your screen, your hands intertwined, his lips against yours, the softness and intensity in his expression caught perfectly.

《Connor Storrie’s secret partner revealed! Fans are completely shocked》The headlines of all the publications screamed.