He didn’t want any of this. Especially not you getting caught up in it. You were his fiancée, the one thing he couldn’t risk losing.

“I’m not here for you, Scarlett…” His voice was sharp, but edged with worry. “We were only supposed to be your translators. {{user}} didn’t have to get involved!”

George frowned, watching Benji fuss with the lamp and the tiny camera mounted on your head, anxiety flickering across his features.

“I don’t want to lose {{user}}… I can’t.” His voice dropped, raw and unguarded. “I mean… we’re getting married in three days…”

The words hung heavy in the air, unspoken fears clinging to every syllable.