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THIS WAS MEANT TO BE NOTHING. Just an airport. Bad lighting. One photo. Then Connor Storrie and François Arnaud appeared together — and Heated Rivalry fans felt the ground shift. Screenshots flew. Group chats lit up. Some people smiled quietly, convinced fiction had slipped into real life for a second. Others crossed their arms, uneasy, asking where admiration ends and intrusion begins. Comment sections turned sharp. Lines were drawn. Feelings spilled everywhere. What started as curiosity became tension. Excitement mixed with discomfort. And suddenly, a single image carried way too much weight. The internet hasn’t settled since. Maybe because this wasn’t really about them at all.

François Arnaud and Connor Storrie Spark Rumors—But Fan Obsession Raises Concerns

It took little more than a few airport photos to set the internet ablaze. When Connor Storrie and François Arnaud, stars of the upcoming Canadian series Heated Rivalry, were seen arriving together at New York’s JFK Airport, speculation about a possible off-screen romance erupted almost instantly.

The series, which premieres exclusively on HBO Max on February 13, follows the secret love story between two gay hockey players, Ilya Rozanov and Scott Hunter. The powerful chemistry between Storrie and Arnaud has already captivated fans, and their real-life interaction is now under intense scrutiny.

When paparazzi caught the two actors with their luggage, apparently trying to avoid attention, it only fanned the flames of speculation. But what seemed like harmless curiosity quickly turned into something much more intense—and far more invasive.

Complications and Real-Life Boundaries

The situation isn’t as simple as fans might wish. François Arnaud, 40, has openly identified as bisexual and is currently in a relationship with fellow actor Marc Bendavid. Meanwhile, Connor Storrie has never publicly commented on his sexual orientation or his private life, and has consistently chosen to keep that aspect of his identity out of the public eye—a choice that deserves respect.

While their bond—whether professional or personal—has become a source of fan excitement, a portion of the Heated Rivalry fandom appears to have crossed a line. What began as admiration has spiraled into an unhealthy level of obsession, culminating in a troubling development from Arnaud himself.

François Arnaud Steps Back from the Fandom

In recent days, Arnaud unfollowed not only Connor Storrie on Instagram but also the rest of the Heated Rivalry cast, including show creator Jacob Tierney. According to U.S. media outlets, this move appears to be a deliberate retreat—a way for Arnaud to distance himself from the mounting pressure and fan speculation.

Before the airport sighting, Arnaud had joked about deleting his social media entirely after receiving a personal message from actress Helen Hunt, a long-time inspiration. But that moment of joy has since been overshadowed by relentless attention bordering on harassment.

When Fandom Crosses the Line

This is not the first time that fans of queer-centered series have blurred the line between fiction and reality. Similar patterns of invasive behavior were seen in the Heartstopper fandom, where speculation about actors’ real-life sexualities and relationships created a toxic atmosphere.

While fan enthusiasm is a powerful and often beautiful thing, it must coexist with boundaries. These actors are not characters—they are real people with personal lives that they are not obligated to share publicly. The pressure to define or disclose one’s identity based on onscreen roles is not only unfair—it is harmful.

A Call for Respect

As Heated Rivalry nears its debut, it’s important for viewers to remember the difference between admiration and intrusion. Support for LGBTQ+ stories and the actors who bring them to life should be grounded in respect—for their art, their work, and their privacy.

For now, François Arnaud’s quiet step back speaks volumes. Hopefully, it serves as a reminder to the fandom: let actors set the terms of their public lives. Because love for a show should never come at the cost of someone’s peace of mind.

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