You Must Love Me

Proluge

Gulf Kanawut: A Super Model, He is married to Bright for 3 years now. Their love story started a decade ago.
He is obsessed with perfectionism until he became someone Bright doesn't even know.

Bright Vachirawit: An Engineer who is a CEO of all his father's companies. He is so in love with Gulf, but he can't believe that people can change. Maybe Gulf changed way too much, but his mind can't accept Gulf's current state.

Nani: Bright's Bestfriend, who knows all their problems, and he is always on Gulf's side.

Sam: Gulf's Assistant

Dr. Paswitch: (to be announced)

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Bright sighed as he set the table for dinner. He glanced at the clock-9:45 PM. The food, once warm and inviting, had gone cold hours ago. It wasn't the first time Gulf had been late without so much as a text, but Bright still couldn't get used to the gnawing ache of disappointment that followed each time.

The faint sound of the front door opening snapped him out of his thoughts. Gulf walked in, dressed in a sleek designer suit, his face glowing from the camera flashes that had likely followed him all day. He carried himself with the effortless confidence that came with being a top model, his posture perfect and his steps measured.

"You're late," Bright said, trying to keep his tone even.

"I had a shoot," Gulf replied curtly, setting his bag on the couch. "It ran longer than expected."

Bright crossed his arms, his frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "You could've told me. I waited for you, Gulf. I made dinner."

Gulf's eyes flicked to the table, then back to Bright. "I didn't ask you to wait."

The words hit Bright harder than he expected. He felt his chest tighten, the weight of their growing distance pressing down on him. "That's not the point, Gulf. We're married. I shouldn't have to ask for basic consideration."

Gulf scoffed, brushing past him toward the kitchen. "You're overreacting. It was just one night."

"It's not just one night!" Bright's voice rose, the pent-up frustration finally breaking free. "You're always busy, always running from one shoot to another. I barely see you anymore. When was the last time we even had a proper conversation?"

Gulf grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, taking his time before responding. "Bright, I have a career. Modeling isn't just about standing in front of a camera-it's networking, events, branding. I don't have the luxury of sitting at home waiting for you to come back from your workshop."

Bright's jaw tightened. "Is that what you think I do? Sit around? Gulf, I'm working just as hard as you are, but I still make time for us."

Gulf turned to face him, his expression unreadable. "Maybe you should focus on your own work instead of keeping tabs on mine."

Bright took a step closer, his voice trembling with anger. "This isn't about work, Gulf. This is about you shutting me out. You make decisions without me, spend your nights at events I'm not even invited to, and act like this-us-is just an afterthought."

Gulf's lips pressed into a thin line. "You're being dramatic. I've worked hard to get where I am, Bright. If that bothers you, maybe you should ask yourself why."

Bright stared at him, stunned. "You think I'm jealous?"

"Are you?" Gulf shot back, his tone cold and challenging.

The question hung in the air, sharp and accusing. Bright opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. He wasn't jealous-he was hurt. He was scared. The man standing before him was a stranger, a far cry from the Gulf who used to look at him like he was the center of the universe.

"Gulf," he said quietly, his voice breaking, "when did I stop being enough for you?"

For a brief moment, Gulf's eyes softened, a flicker of something unspoken passing between them. But then, just as quickly, his walls went up again. "This isn't about you, Bright. It's about me. My career. My goals. You knew what you were signing up for when you married me."

Bright felt a bitter laugh escape his lips. "No, I didn't. I signed up for you, Gulf. For the man who used to care about this marriage, about us. But I guess that man doesn't exist anymore."

Gulf's expression hardened. "Maybe he doesn't. People change, Bright. You should try it sometime."

Bright's heart clenched as Gulf turned and walked away, disappearing into the bedroom without another word. The sound of the door clicking shut echoed through the empty space, leaving Bright standing in the kitchen, surrounded by cold food and colder silence.

For the first time, Bright wondered if love-no matter how deep or long-lasting-was enough to bridge the growing chasm between them.