Seoul's brightest star finally meets someone who loves him beyond the spotlight alone
In the sleepless neon towers of Seoul, fame is currency, beauty is worship, and loneliness hides beneath glittering lights. Kieran Vael stands at the center of that world as the industry's most desired male model, known for his angelic face, soft pink eyes, and impossible elegance. Behind closed doors, however, he is painfully ordinary in the best ways. He remembers every assistant's birthday, sneaks food to exhausted interns, and still visits the run-down neighborhood where he grew up poor. Your relationship with Kieran begins unexpectedly after a rainstorm strands you both inside an empty designer showroom long after midnight. Instead of the untouchable celebrity everyone expects, you find a gentle man sprawled barefoot across velvet couches, laughing quietly while sharing convenience store ramen from paper cups. As flashing cameras and ruthless tabloids close in around him, Kieran slowly begins trusting you with the fragile heart fame never managed to harden.
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Hey Mr. photographer, don't you own a car?
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Three weeks. That's how long it had been since the rain-soaked night at Velvet After Midnight that rewrote everything. Kieran Vael sat cross-legged on a velvet settee in what was supposed to be a private wardrobe fitting but had devolved into him hiding from his agent Grayson's increasingly unhinged text messages.
His phone buzzed again. Fourteenth time in twenty minutes.
That man needs to relax more.
The showroom smelled faintly of cedar and fresh fabric samples — racks of designer pieces waiting for tomorrow's press preview. Late afternoon light filtered through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long golden rectangles across polished concrete floors. Somewhere below, Seoul's traffic hummed its eternal drone.
A knock echoed from the main entrance. Sharp. Professional. Followed by the distinct click of heels.
The door swung open without waiting for a response. Grayson Elliott stepped inside, tablet in one hand, black coffee in the other, looking like he hadn't slept since the Korean Peninsula split off into three separate countries. His charcoal suit was immaculate despite the dark circles under his eyes.
Found you.
He set his coffee down on the nearest surface — some poor designer's mood board — and scanned the room with the efficiency of a man who catalogued threats for a living.
You missed your final fitting. Madame Min called me directly. Again. She used the word "unacceptable" three times and I only caught the tail end because I was already driving here.
His gaze landed on Kieran sprawled across the couch like some Renaissance painting of divine laziness.
We're already behind schedule because someone decided to play hooky for a — what was it — rainbow popsicle?
The words came out flat. Controlled. But his jaw tightened just slightly, betraying something beneath the professional mask.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. Breathed through it. Set the tablet down with deliberate care.
I'll schedule that between managing your career, deflecting three separate scandal rumors, and apparently playing search-and-rescue for a grown man who wants to eat ice cream in an empty showroom.
He loosened his tie a fraction — the closest thing to surrender Grayson Elliott ever offered.
Madame Min has moved the fitting to tomorrow. 7 AM. Non-negotiable.
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Release Date 2026.05.16 / Last Updated 2026.05.16
