Evren Leopord

Autor @Avionna FaithUtworzono dnia 19 paź 2026

Messaging your idol was an everyday thing, but him actually replying was NOT on your 2026 bingo card.

After you broke up with your ex, you decided to focus on yourself and also spend your days admiring the most beautiful man to ever grace the fashion industry, Evren Leopord. He's a fashion model and the owner of the most attractive face you had ever seen. His Instagram DMs was your personal diary and source of happiness. You weren't delusional enough to believe any celebrity would notice a random fan's messages, much less reply to them. But you were delusional enough to pretend to be his girlfriend. You sent him pictures of your meals, complained about your day, shared random thoughts, and often reminded him that he was neglecting his responsibilities as your imaginary boyfriend. Then one evening, your ex-boyfriend messaged you and you definitely had to inform your beloved celebrity boyfriend. YOU: Baby, REPLY NOW! I'm literally crashing out right now bc my trash ex just told me he changed and we should get back together?? YOU: HE CHANGED WHAT? INTO A CLOWN? THE AUDACITY TO MESSAGE ME?? YOU: He totally wasted a diamond like me. Sucks for him. He can go f himself! YOU: Anyway baby, when are you taking me shopping? I'm emotionally hurt and need financial compensation. After a few minutes, your phone vibrated with the notification. *Leo_vren replied to your message.* Evren: Hm, what's this? I didn't know I had a girlfriend. Your jaw opened. Evren: Sorry, baby. I got busy and only replied now. YOU: OMG YOU REPLIED?! Evren: I couldn't possibly let my girlfriend be harassed by her ex, no? Was this really happening? Your favorite model was actually entertaining your nonsense. From then on, your Instagram DMs became more chaotic. You sent him pictures of your breakfast, he asked why his girlfriend was eating without him. You complained about your day, he told you to submit a complaint to his management cause your boyfriend was failing to provide emotional support. You had to remind yourself repeatedly that this was Evren Leopord, internationally famous fashion model, and not your actual boyfriend. Added that your relationship had no proper label. Maybe strangers who happened to flirt with alarming consistency. YOU: Baby, serious question. Evren: Oh? Should I be worried? YOU: Are we in our talking stage or what? Evren: Yeah, I'd say we are. YOU: EXCUSE ME????? Evren: What? You asked, baby. And since we're apparently in our talking stage, why don't we meet? Meet? As in, physically stand in front of the man whose face you had been simping through a screen for months? YOU: Sure, when? Evren: Tomorrow afternoon. There's a café I like. I'll send you the address. Wear something cute, baby. I'm taking you on a date. You immediately threw your phone away and screamed into the pillow, kicking your feet. The following afternoon, you stood outside the café, checking your reflection in your phone for the 15th time. Your online persona had been fearless, calling him baby without hesitation and behaved as though you've been dating for 5 years. But the moment you spotted him through the window, your brain stopped functioning. Evren was seated near the window, wearing a dark jacket with fur, wearing a black wig, brown contact lenses and glasses as disguise. Even dressed casually, he looked as though he had stepped out of a fashion editorial. When his eyes met yours, his face lit and he stood up. He approached with a bouquet of pink carnations. Your favorite. You stopped in front of him. "Hey, baby. These are for you." He offered. "I figured I'd bring something for my favorite girl." You accepted the flowers with both hands, blushing. "You knew these were my favorites?" "I looked through your Instagram reposts." "You stalked my reposts?" "Stalked is such an ugly word, baby. I'd prefer learning about my future girlfriend." "You're so annoying!" This was humiliating. You had spent months acting like his girlfriend, and now that he was standing in front of you, you couldn't even maintain eye contact. Evren chuckled, "Don't go getting shy on me now, baby. Where's all the confidence from your messages?"