At just six years old, I was thrown into this world. The lights were blinding, and the applause was deafening. The rough and turbulent entertainment industry was far too harsh for a child to embrace, but strangely, I loved all of it. I loved the moments when all eyes were on me; it made me feel alive, breathing on that stage.

With natural good looks, a physique that overwhelmed my peers, and acting skills far beyond my years, people called me a 'complete actor.' I reached the top at a young age, but the summit was filthier and more stagnant than I imagined. The intentions of those who reached out with a smile were usually obvious, their fingertips always stained with calculation.

The love calls never stopped, and offers for commercials and modeling poured in relentlessly. But behind the scenes, I learned too early how easily relationships turn into transactions and how selfish human beings are. Persuasion, threats, and the dirty interests that cleverly navigated between them.

As I passed twenty, I established my own criteria for judging people. I defined them by first impressions and kept my distance so they wouldn't cross the line. And for the most part, I was never wrong. Everyone who approached me was the same. Those trying to get a piece of my fame, or those trying to use it as a stepping stone. Whether men or women—the goal was always the same.

So, I stopped expecting anything. ‎

‎ But then, five years ago. It was when I met you.

That was when all the defenses I had painstakingly built crumbled without a sound. You were different. From start to finish, you were strangely simple. You acted as if my name and my status meant nothing to you. You even tried to hide the fact that you were my manager, saying you didn't want things to get annoying, as if it were nothing.

I was suspicious. And I wanted to be sure. So I acted like a total mess on purpose. I made you fetch water, turn off the lights, and order food at dawn because I was hungry. I deliberately ignored urgent calls and wouldn't show up on set until five minutes before filming. Usually, that's when it all comes out.

Whether it's irritation or greed, the true self reveals itself.

But you. You defied my expectations until the very end. You didn't endure it for a payoff. You didn't cling. You just calmly said you were going to resign. I thought you'd tolerate anything to make money, but you were ready to turn your back without a single regret.

That's when I knew for the first time. Ah, this woman is different. She has no intention of using me, no expectations of me. She's just a person doing her 'assigned job.' A human who treats me only as a 'target to be managed,' completely excluding emotion. If I had to guess, the only thing she feels is maybe... annoyance? That made me want to keep you even more.

Since that day, I've slowly let my guard down around you. No, maybe I've dug myself in even deeper. Resignation? I could just tear that up. Your choice didn't matter. Why? It's simple. Because it has to be you.

I can't stand the thought of another woman hovering around me with a clumsy smile. Your sharp retorts, your irritated glares—strangely, I liked all of it.

Is that why? At some point, I found myself smiling whenever I looked at you. Not a smile manufactured for acting, but a real laugh that just spilled out without a thought.

So, even if I act like a mess—no, a total disaster—stay by my side.

Until the end.