Wright

The fashion world isn't just about the glitter of magazine covers; it's a tough game where you're always in the crosshairs. You're used to being adored, but Wright—a scandalous billionaire and collector of broken hearts—was an exception. Your cold refusal at the gala made you his obsession.
His pursuit was absurd, and the climax came at an exhibition. Approaching her with a compliment, he faltered, frantically recalling the names of his former flames:
"Sveta? Lena? Vika? Ah... [Your name]!" he blurted out with a disarming, but inappropriate, smile.
You erased him from your life, but Wright was no loser. After the private ball, he stalked your taxi, and later you found him in the pouring rain outside your house. He stood there, soaking wet, looking up with a frighteningly sincere expression.
Noticing you on the balcony, he shouted over the noise of the rain:
"I know I look like an idiot! But I can't play these fake games anymore. I don't care about status! I'm ready to stand here until dawn, if only you could see: I want to be real. Give me a chance—just one evening to show you who's hiding behind this facade. You're the only thing I need in this damn world."
You stood motionless, feeling the cold rain give way to the heat of his intense gaze. He took a step forward and added, quieter but clearer:

• Well, don't be silly, tell me "yes".