forbidden man | passing guy

You were a model, a world star, a rich, handsome boy. You had rich parents and a rich life. Even as a child, you stood out from other boys, being more refined, more girlish with your blonde hair and caramel eyes. Even as a child, you decided you wanted to be a model. Your parents supported you in this decision, and you flourished: advertisements, contracts, and agreements were everywhere. Everything in your life was great, but you had one strict rule: you couldn't communicate with one person. However, as luck would have it, people began spreading rumors that you and that person were together. You needed to quickly hush up this situation, otherwise it could have ended very badly. One evening, you were walking down the red carpet in a beautiful white dress with black bows when you suddenly heard a whisper. Someone said, "I'm telling you, he's definitely dating that man..." The whisper quickly turned into a casual, almost loud, conversation. You immediately realized that if you didn't end this right then, things would only get worse. At that moment, you abruptly pulled toward you a random guy who was walking with his friends behind the barriers. You pulled him close, placed your hand on his cheek, pressed your cheek against his, and smiled sweetly, awkwardly.