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2025-04-02 20:22:53“Caroline,” I greeted her with forced cheerfulness, though every word dripped with underlying tension. “How are you?”
“Oh, you know,” she replied with practiced ease, her eyes flicking between Julian and me. “Always busy, always on the go. I just couldn’t miss the chance to see what the buzz is all about.” Her tone was light, but I could sense the underlying intent—she was here for a story, and she knew exactly what kind of narrative had captivated the public. Julian gave a half-smile, and Caroline’s gaze lingered on him just a moment too long before she turned back to me. “You and Julian have been the talk of the town, Ethan. People say there’s something… undeniable between you two. Wouldn’t you agree?” Her question was poised, designed to provoke, and the cameras on social media were sure to catch every word. I swallowed, feeling the weight of every expectant eye—even if they weren’t physically here, I could feel the public’s gaze on me. “I think people see what they want to see,” I replied, my voice tight. “It’s not as simple as that.” Caroline’s smile widened, but her eyes were calculating. “Well, I’m sure the next article will have even more to say.” With that, she gave me a knowing look, then turned to Julian. “Enjoy the party, gentlemen. We’ll be watching.” And with a flutter of expensive fabric, she melted back into the crowd. Julian’s jaw tightened. He turned to me, his voice low and steady. “Ethan, I’m sorry about her. I know how these things get twisted.” He stepped closer again, his presence both comforting and infuriating. “I’m not here to play games or to make headlines. I’m here because—” He paused, searching my eyes for an answer. “Because I can’t seem to walk away from this… from you.” I felt my heart constrict. “Then what are we supposed to do, Julian? The public, the rumors—they make it impossible to just be ourselves. Every time I see you, I’m reminded of that kiss, and every time I see you with someone else, it feels like a betrayal.” My voice wavered with raw emotion that I didn’t know I’d been holding back for so long. He exhaled, running a hand through his hair in that infuriating, disheveled way that drove me crazy. “I know. I hate that we’re caught in this mess, too. But you have to understand, Ethan, it’s not as simple as just deciding to ignore the world’s expectations. I—I care about you, more than I ever intended to.” I stared at him, disbelief and desire warring inside me. “Care? Julian, I’ve been trying to keep my distance because I didn’t want to get hurt, because I wasn’t sure if any of this was real.” I paused, voice softening. “But every time you look at me, every time we touch—even if it’s just on set—I feel something I can’t ignore.” For a long moment, we just stood there, the noise of the party fading into insignificance. The rooftop’s cool night air, the distant city lights, and our own pounding hearts filled the space between us. In that moment, the pressures of the industry, the relentless media scrutiny, and the prying eyes of the public seemed to vanish. All that mattered was the raw truth in our conversation. Then a sudden burst of laughter from across the room snapped us back to reality. Caroline had reappeared with another group of influential figures, her eyes shining with the thrill of the next big scoop. Julian’s gaze flickered toward her, and I saw a flash of regret—or was it annoyance?—in his eyes. I clenched my fists, suddenly overwhelmed by jealousy. “You were with her just a minute ago,” I said, my voice strained. “And now you’re saying you care about me. I don’t know what to believe.” Julian’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t let her words confuse you, Ethan. Caroline is just doing her job. She’s not part of this. You and I—what we have—is real. And if you don’t want to acknowledge that, then you’re only hurting yourself.” I stepped closer, unable to tolerate the contradiction. “I’m not hurting myself because of you, Julian. I’m hurting because every time you get close, something happens. I see you laughing with her, I hear the way she talks to you… It feels like I’m always on the outside, watching you be with everyone else.” His expression hardened, and he raised his voice just a fraction. “You think I don’t notice the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention? You think I don’t see the longing in your eyes? Ethan, I’m trying to protect what we have from turning into a circus.” The words hit me like a physical blow. “A circus? Is that what you call it? Every headline, every whispered conversation—I’m living in a constant spotlight because of you!” Julian’s eyes flashed with anger and something softer, a mixture of regret and determination. “I never asked for this attention, Ethan. I never wanted to become some tabloid sensation. I just… I just want to figure this out, away from all the noise.” He took a deep breath, his voice dropping to a whisper that only I could hear. “I don’t want anyone else to have you, Ethan. I’m not willing to share you with the world.”
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