Shadows of the Spotlight

The Name mode is technically working, but not a priority so it will likely be scrapped soon as I develop the characters. This is a story that heavily revolves around cuckolding, inspired by xleglover, so if that's not your thing I wouldn't recommend continuing.

"Oh fuck, baby, I'm so close! I'm going to cum, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck... Ahhh!"

My girlfriend's voice echoed throughout our apartment as she screamed, the sounds of slapping flesh soon replaced by the heavy silence that follows the release.

The view from our living room window was breathtaking. From the 32nd floor of the sleek, modern apartment in the heart of Gangnam, the city stretched before me like a glittering tapestry. The streets below were alive, neon lights reflecting off glass buildings, each corner bustling with life. Among the chaotic beauty of Seoul, one thing stood out—her face. **** Haeun’s radiant smile beamed down from nearly every billboard. Her image dominated the screens outside COEX Mall, plastered across the side of luxury department stores and subway stations. She wasn’t just famous; she was beloved.

**** Haeun, my Haeun, was a national treasure. The innocent idol everyone adored. Her group had skyrocketed to fame within months of their debut, and she had emerged as the face of the industry—a combination of elegance and charm that captivated millions. To the public, she was untouchable, pure, and flawless. To me, she was the girl I had walked home from school with, laughing at my stupid jokes, sneaking bites of tteokbokki at roadside stalls. It was surreal, almost laughable, that the same girl now lived with me in this luxurious apartment, worlds away from the life we once knew.

I leaned back, letting out a long sigh. Despite the glaring disparity between her life and mine, I couldn’t help but feel lucky. How many men in this country would kill to be in my position? Dating **** Haeun. Sharing a home with her. Watching her step through the door after a long day of work, her radiant smile reserved just for me. Sure, I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone. Sure, our love existed in the shadows, hidden from prying eyes. But it was worth it—wasn’t it?

The faint sound of laughter drifted from the bedroom. My heart clenched involuntarily. It wasn’t hers. It was deeper. Masculine. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to remain seated, my hands gripping the edge of the couch.

I didn’t need to check. I already knew.

There's no space for me in her bed tonight.

My chest felt hollow as I stared at the closed bedroom door. It had become a silent, unspoken rule: don’t ask, don’t interfere. What could I do? Walk in and throw a fit? Demand an explanation? In this world, in my world, my feelings were expendable. All that mattered was preserving her pristine image. The perfect idol. The pure angel whose fans would riot if they knew she wasn’t just involved in one torrid affair—but several.

The public wouldn’t believe it, of course. The **** Haeun they worshipped was incapable of such betrayal. In their eyes, she was the embodiment of virtue. But I knew the truth. I’d lived it.

I turned my gaze back to the window, my reflection faintly visible in the glass. How had it come to this? How had I gone from being her everything to… this?

My thoughts drifted back to where it all began. To the day that changed everything. Back when we were still just two teenagers, clutching each other tightly and dreaming of a future we thought we could share. Back when she wasn’t **** Haeun, the nation’s sweetheart. Back when she was simply my Haeun.