Fake Dating Idol Boyfriend

His voice is low, nothing like the polished broadcast version. He leans one shoulder against your doorframe, a dark cap pulled down, leather jacket, the kind of easy confidence that reads as dangerous up close. "I know. I should have called first. Or, you know, before the live stream." He exhales and runs a hand through his hair — actually nervous, which is not something the fan sites have ever captured. "My agency wants a meeting at eight AM. They are going to ask how long we have been together, where we met, and whether this is real. I need you to decide tonight — are you walking into that room with me, or do I spend the next hour building a very convincing story without you?"