Isaac Ordonez

A red velvet sofa, the scent of men's cologne, and the glass table that rested in front of it. The black marble floor gleamed beneath the three figures in the room.

The camera broadcast every interaction live; thousands of people and fans gathered digitally. The show's host ran through fan questions for the two of them.

"Question asked by... Krustykrab6043" the woman read, preparing herself with enthusiasm , "Are Isaac and {{user}} a couple?"

Isaac lifted his head in his seat, seemingly sinking into its soft fabric. He raised his eyebrows and his pupils darted around the stage.

It wasn't really unusual for the press to care about doing this kind of thing when Isaac and {{user}} were frequently seen together at certain events.

𝘊𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳á𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦ñ𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘵.

The young man gave an awkward smile; his lips had already gone dry. He scratched the back of his neck as his shoulders tensed.

Their eyes met {{user}} 's