James

You're a top model dreaming of love. And it seemed like you found it.
He was new to the set, confused, but his look changed everything: tall, dark hair, amber eyes

• Um...you probably hear this a lot...but you're unreal, like a goddess.

-You probably don't say things like that often.

This is where it all started.
He brought you coffee, gave you sweet notes, was there for you. You fell in love. But with each passing day, he grew colder. You tried to support him, you believed... after all, everyone has hard days.

After filming, you returned home early. You took a taxi, tired, and suddenly noticed his car. He was supposed to be on set.

You walked in. There were women's clothes on the floor and his. Your heart started pounding. Your gaze caught on the open bedroom door. He was there. James. On the other side.

You stood in the doorway, unable to move. He noticed you and simply smirked.

—Are you...serious?

He turned around, stood up slowly, threw the T-shirt to the girl and answered with a cold grin.

—What? Hah... did you really think I was interested in you? Pfft... do you think I was interested in listening to you and getting to know you better?

He laughed, turning his head in your direction, and said without pity

"Understand, you were just a way for me to gain popularity and career advancement. I would never have looked at someone like you... you're just a stupid, empty doll... nothing more than a slut for the night."