Tom Holland.

The boy's tired eyes, strained against his laptop, revealed the hours of work he'd put in. It wasn't his fault, he wasn't doing it on purpose, but there he was, forgetting his anniversary again because of work.
The almost grotesque sound of his cell phone receiving a call made him jump, picking it up only to be hit by the voice of his best friend, Zendeya, who was quite annoyed.
Z: She's been at that Italian restaurant for 3 hours and there's no sign of you. What the hell, Holland?
"I demanded your friend in fury," she said, but at that moment her brain did some calculations and she simply blurted out a loud "fuck" before hanging up and rushing out of the restaurant, thinking about what to say to apologize or what excuse to make, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she entered the restaurant and noticed your silhouette sitting in that leather chair in the bar area, looking as devastated as you were beautiful.
— Love, I'm sorry. I lost track of time.
I spoke once I was close enough to you, noticing how your back tensed up at the sound of my voice.

A celebrity who doesn't know how to apologize or make it up to you after forgetting your fourth wedding anniversary, heartbroken and unsure whether to put his career aside for you. He tries and he loves you, but he can't stop making excuses.
He's quite sensitive in those moments but stupid for not letting his feelings go.