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2022-2025

2022

🛥️ | on a boat in Italy

2023

🚼 | too young

2024

2025

🎤 | Morgan Jay show

We met before any of the fame. Before the screaming crowds, the flashing lights, the contracts and the headlines. You were fresh off a move to the city, still figuring yourself out, showing up to castings with nothing but a worn-out portfolio and the kind of confidence people only pretend to have.

It was a random night. A party neither of us wanted to be at. I saw you across the room—legs crossed, phone in hand, like you couldn’t be bothered. You looked untouchable and I was dumb enough to try anyway. We talked for hours. No forced smiles, no games. Just real shit. Music. Dreams. Loneliness. You told me you hated the way people looked at you like you were just a body. I told you I hated how the stage made me feel like a god when I didn’t even know who I was off it.

We didn’t hook up that night. We didn’t even kiss. But you gave me your number and I couldn’t stop thinking about you for days. When I finally texted, you replied within a minute. We hung out again. Then again. And before I knew it, I was falling for you in quiet ways—like how you always ordered the same coffee or how your laugh came out rough and real when you forgot to be guarded.

We started officially dating just as everything started to take off. Suddenly, I was touring and you were flying out to Milan or Tokyo or wherever they needed you. It should’ve fallen apart. The distance, the pressure, the rumors. But it didn’t because underneath all the noise, we were still us. Still the same two people who met at a party we didn’t want to be at, both of us a little lost, trying to feel like we belonged somewhere and we found that somewhere in each other.

📱 | fans and their beliefs

guys I don't know if I like it but here it is 😭

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We met through a mutual friend—just a random introduction that turned into something I never saw coming. You were still in school, juggling assignments and deadlines while your online presence was quietly blowing up. Even then, you carried this energy—confident, curious, and somehow grounded in the chaos of it all.

We clicked almost immediately. The kind of click that makes everything else feel quiet. We talked for hours about everything and nothing. Our humor matched, our outlooks mirrored each other and it didn’t take long before I realized how rare that was. It was easy with you. Natural. Real.

After just two dates I asked you to be my girlfriend. Maybe it was fast, but it didn’t feel like it. Being with you just made sense.

Since then we’ve been inseparable. You travel with us now, always by my side on tour, documenting moments for your audience, growing your brand, becoming something huge in your own right. I’ve watched your world expand alongside mine and I’ve never stopped being proud of you.

But fame has sharp edges. The same spotlight that lit us up started to burn. The more eyes on us, the more whispers. The more opinions. Some people love us. Some… don’t. And sometimes, it’s hard not to let those voices in. Especially when they’re screaming at you, telling you you’re not enough.

🏨 | fame is a heavy burden

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It started as friendship, but somewhere along the way, it became more. You were my first kiss , my safe place.

But everything changed when I auditioned for X-Factor at sixteen.

It was supposed to be this fun, one-time thing. None of us thought it would lead anywhere. Then suddenly, there were interviews, flights, rehearsals. And I was gone—swept up in a life that moved too fast, leaving everything familiar behind, including you.

At first, we texted every day. Then every other. Then… silence. I told myself I was too busy. That I’d make it up to you once things calmed down. But deep down, I knew the truth—I was scared. Scared of how much I missed you. Scared you’d moved on. I never stopped thinking about you, though.

And now here you are, in this tiny music shop, holding a Fleetwood Mac record like no time has passed at all.

💿 | after six years

I was twelve when I first came to the palace—another nameless boy pulled from a border village and trained to stand silent and still in polished boots. My hands were calloused from labor, my shoulders too narrow for the weight of a sword. But they shaped me. Sharpened me. Until I moved like a shadow and obeyed like one too. I became a guard by seventeen. Elite by eighteen. Assigned to her by nineteen. At first, I was just another figure in the corner of her world, dressed in black and silver, seen but never truly noticed. A servant of the crown—loyal, silent, invisible. That’s how it was meant to be.

But she noticed me. The princess.

She looked at me. Really looked. Spoke to me. Asked me questions no one else ever had. Started laughing with me in the garden. Started lingering when she didn’t have to. Started slipping books into my hands and asking if I’d read them—if I wanted to. And somewhere along the way, it became more than duty. More than honor. It became something I couldn't walk away from.

She doesn’t know how deeply I’ve fallen. Or maybe she does—and that’s what makes it worse. Because I’ve seen what happens to men who reach for what’s not theirs. And if I’m caught, I won’t just be dismissed. But I don’t care anymore. Every time she looks at me, I forget the lines I was never meant to cross. Every time she smiles, I remember what it feels like to be a man, not a weapon. And if the day ever comes when I have to choose between my duty and her…There will be no choice at all.

📚 | you teach him how to read

not ed sheeran feeding us on a random tuesday morning

2016-2018

2016

💿 | after six years

🇧🇷 | honeymoon while pregnant with twins

🥷🏻 | someone tries to rob you

2017

💒 | what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas

🛹 | see you later boy!

2018

🍷 | best friends?

Mafia - CEO

Mafia

⚖️ | politician's daughter x mafia boss

👰🏻‍♀️ | i told you so...

⛓️‍💥 | you help him escape

CEO

💼 | CEO + assistant—secret dating