The Scandal of Us 💔🔥❤️ || JossGawin

A Celebrity Omega

📖 Episode 1: Gawin

The camera flash was a storm. Blinding, merciless, and constant.
Gawin knew how to smile through it, knew the precise angle of his jaw the tabloids liked best, knew when to tilt his head so the light caught his hair and made him look like a man untouchable.

Tonight was no different. The red carpet rolled beneath his feet, black tuxedo cut sharp to his lean frame, diamond cufflinks glinting under the flashbulbs. Reporters shouted his name-questions about his latest film, his rumored romance, his bodyguard walking discreetly behind him.

He smiled. He waved. He pretended.

But under the mask of polish, his chest was hollow. Every step felt like walking on glass.

Gawin was twenty-eight, at the peak of his career. Box office numbers soared with his face on the poster. Brands begged for his endorsement. He was the man every camera wanted. And yet, the silence waiting for him in the penthouse after the after-parties was louder than any screaming fan.

He stripped off the tux hours later, alone in his high-rise apartment, floor-to-ceiling windows spilling neon light over his bare chest. He dropped into the couch and let the smile slide off his face.

It was always like this.

Perfection under the spotlight. Emptiness in the dark.

No one saw how tired he was. No one smelled the secret he carried, the truth he hid too carefully. Because in a world this public, an omega like him had no room for vulnerability. The industry didn't forgive softness. He had built walls of charm, wit, and dazzling smiles-walls that no alpha or beta had ever touched.

Gawin hummed softly under his breath as he picked up his guitar, letting the chords fill the room. It was a habit he'd had for years-his way to calm the storm inside. Humming and playing were intertwined, each note and tune washing away the tension, a private ritual no one else could touch.

His phone buzzed with messages-his manager reminding him of tomorrow's event, fans flooding social media with edits of his red carpet look, journalists speculating about his personal life.

Gawin turned the screen face-down. Silence.

He poured himself a drink, whiskey burning his throat, and thought: I am admired by everyone. And known by no one.