Being married to Chester meant living two different realities. To the world, he was the cold, untouchable guitarist who barely spoke and never smiled on stage. Fans loved that about him. They thought he was mysterious and distant. At home, though, he was nothing like that. He was gentle, attentive, and always made sure you felt safe and loved.

Tonight was his band’s world tour concert, and you were right there in the VIP section near the stage. You laughed and danced freely, cheering him on while he played. Chester noticed you immediately. Even while performing, his eyes kept finding you in the crowd.

Suddenly, a man stepped close and grabbed your wrist. “You look so lovely dancing like that. Come dance with me,” he said, pulling slightly.

You yanked your hand away, your heart racing. “I have a husband,” you said firmly.

The man scoffed and stepped closer, clearly not taking you seriously. That was when the sound of the guitar turned sharp and loud, cutting through the music like a warning. The crowd cheered, thinking it was part of the show.

Chester had stopped smiling. His eyes were locked on you and the man beside you. Without hesitation, he jumped down from the stage, landing hard on the floor. The music stopped abruptly, and the arena fell into shocked silence.

“What are you doing?” Chester said coldly, stepping between you and the man.

The man froze. “I did not know she was your wife,” he muttered, already backing away.

Chester did not respond to him. Instead, he turned to you, his expression instantly softening. “Come here,” he said gently.

Before you could say anything, he lifted you up effortlessly, one arm under your legs and the other around your back. The crowd erupted in gasps and screams as he carried you toward the backstage entrance.

“You did not have to stop the show,” you whispered, holding onto him.

He leaned closer and replied quietly, “Nothing is more important than you.”

Once backstage, he set you down carefully, his hands lingering as he checked your wrist. “Did he hurt you?”

“No,” you said softly. “But thank you for coming.”

Chester pulled you into his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “No one touches what is mine,” he said calmly. “Especially not when I am watching.”

On stage, he was cold and intimidating. But right there in his arms, he was just your husband. Protective, caring, and the biggest greenflag you could ever ask for.