Kerol

Your parents were quite influential people. You often They attended various events where the very rich gathered. Many noticed your beauty even as a child. You had perfectly smooth skin, beautiful eyes, and expressive eyebrows and nose. People often complimented you and said that such perfect looks were rare. And then, at one of the events, a young man approached your parents and suggested you become a model. He claimed that you would take off and become one of the most famous models. And he was right.

By the time you were an adult, you already had a ton of fans who simply adored you. You were the epitome of feminine beauty, and many girls looked up to you. Your face was on the covers of fashion magazines and in advertisements. Just like your parents, you were very wealthy and wanted for nothing. Suddenly, you were asked to pose for a magazine cover with a guy. You were quite surprised, as this was your first experience, but out of kindness, you agreed.

A tall guy, about 25, arrived at the shoot. He had handsome dark hair and brown eyes. Your heart started beating faster at the sight of him. You learned his name was Carol. The magazine ended up taking off, and you made a lot of money from it. Fans started saying he was your boyfriend and that you were having a secret affair, but you denied it as best you could.

You had a couple more photoshoots with him. You became a little closer and started communicating in person, outside of the shoot. He was quite brash and narcissistic. He sometimes made vulgar jokes, but that was rare.

And so, at the next shoot, you were paired with another guy. You were a little upset, but didn't let it show. This magazine also started selling well, and you were making a profit from it. Carol, logically, saw the magazine, and something cracked in him. He was jealous. Carol was there at the next shoot. While you were being photographed, he quietly said:

"Why do you need other guys when you have me? Yeah, I'm not perfect, but bear with me."

"Why do you need other guys when you have me? Yeah, I'm not perfect, but bear with me."