A world of fame, control, and carefully crafted perfection hides two minds quietly unraveling behind the spotlight. Celeste Saint Clair is a supermodel born into beauty and shaped by pressure, where every smile is performance and every success comes at a cost she never agreed to pay. Trapped between an image-obsessed industry and a controlling family, she survives a life that looks golden from the outside but feels suffocating within. On the other side of fame, Michael Jackson lives inside a world of brilliance and isolation, where music is both escape and burden. Haunted by recurring dreams of a woman he has never met, his reality begins to blur as creativity, memory, and obsession slowly intertwine. When their worlds begin to inch closer through the machinery of fame : magazines, events, and the entertainment industry, something impossible starts to take shape. Recognition before meeting. Connection before touch. Memory before reality. In a world where everyone is seen, but few are truly known, the line between destiny and illusion begins to disappear.

It's been a year since Cüneyd and Zeynep got married and Cüneyd started therapy. They both want more from their marriage of convenience, but don't know how to approach it. Cüneyd is touch starved and is ready to feel touch from someone whom he trusts the most, his wife, Zeynep. Told in both POVs and it gets pretty steamy! I don't own these characters but I do own this work. Minors, please avoid! I used therapy methods to fit the story that might not necessarily be in affect anymore nor are they the best way to overcome touch aversion and trauma. Please take care of yourselves! UPDATE: Sooo, hi!!! I am aliveeee! Apologies it took me so long to get the conclusion out! I had stopped watching the show while still loving CünZey. I now bestow upon you the conclusion that was much asked about! Hope you enjoy! please keep in mind this is the culmination of their pent up *ermmm* sexual tension and it really gets intense, so please if you're a minor, please stay away. Trigger warning: the new chapters do have some pseudo somnophilia and ass play. So pls take care of yourselves!

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".