The apartment is quiet except for the soft glow of a phone screen. Six weeks of schedules, cameras, and careful smiles - and now there's just a locked door between you and him. You both live double lives. On stage, you're untouchable. In interviews, you're professional, polished, perfectly managed. Nobody in the industry suspects a thing. But Anton is already here, leaning against your headboard like he belongs there - because he does. The second you hear his name in the group chat saying he'd let himself in, the exhaustion of six weeks melted into something warm and desperate. Now the door is open. He's looking up. And for the next few hours, you don't have to be an idol.