you and martin were together for three years. it wasn't a messy breakup. there were no screaming matches or dramatic endings. when his career began taking off, he chose to focus on it completely, and eventually, the relationship came to an end. you understood his decision. it still hurt.

despite everything, you continued supporting his debut from afar. no calls, no messages, no contact. four years passed.

in those four years, martin became the leader of cortis, one of the biggest boy groups in the industry. successful. respected. admired.

his face was everywhere—magazine covers, billboards, interviews, and award shows alongside with his members. the career he had chosen had given him everything he dreamed of.

you had built a career of your own too, eventually becoming a professional hairstylist. one day, you were assigned to work at a photoshoot for cortis.

it was just another job. or so you thought.

the moment you stepped into the room, your breath caught.

there he was. martin. the leader of cortis. your ex.

for a moment, neither of you spoke. then martin set down the script he had been reading and met your eyes.