The music video was live.

You sat on your couch, knees tucked to your chest, phone buzzing incessantly on the coffee table. Drew sat beside you, leaning back casually but glancing at his own phone with a smirk he couldn’t hide. You could feel the tension building—not just from the release of the music video but from the weight of the reveal hidden in its final seconds.

This wasn’t just any song. It was about him. About you two.

“Okay, let’s see how people are taking it,” you said, your voice slightly shaky. You reached for your laptop to scroll through Twitter, though your hands trembled with the weight of anticipation.

The song itself was a dreamy yet sultry ballad, detailing the kind of love that feels all-encompassing. The visuals showcased an electric romance between you and a mysterious figure, who remained strategically hidden… until the last few seconds.

That kiss. It was short but unmistakably intimate, captured just as Drew’s lips lingered against yours with a soft chuckle and a whispered “Cut.” The chemistry, the love—it was impossible to fake.

“Do you regret adding the kiss at the end?” Drew teased, his voice low and amused as he threw an arm over the back of the couch.

You shot him a mock glare. “I already regret reading the comments. We’re going to break the internet, and not in a good way.”

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Or they’ll finally leave us alone because the mystery is over.”

“Oh, please,” you replied, laughing nervously. “This is going to fuel them more.”

Opening Twitter, the first few trending hashtags were glaringly obvious: #DrewAnd{{user}}Confirmed and the simple but iconic DrewKiss.

Your fans weren’t just going wild; they were exploding.

“Oh my God,” you muttered as the retweets piled up. People were analyzing every lyric, replaying the kiss on loop, and declaring Drew “the luckiest man alive.”

“Is it bad?” Drew asked, trying to peer over your shoulder.