You and Cate had been together for a while now, and despite the significant age gap, the world couldn’t deny the genuine love you shared. Her fans, usually quick to scrutinize any relationship she entered, had surprisingly embraced you. Maybe it was the way she looked at you—soft, unguarded, happy. Or perhaps it was the way her smile, often poised and polite for the cameras, became effortlessly real whenever you were by her side.

Public appearances were rare for you two, as both of you were naturally reserved, preferring the quiet over the chaos of celebrity life. But when you did go out, the world seemed to notice how deeply in love you were. Photos of the two of you would circulate online—Cate holding your hand or leaning into you, her laughter breaking free in a way the public rarely saw. It was clear you made her happy, and she made you feel like the luckiest person alive.

Tonight was supposed to be just the two of you, a quiet dinner date at a small, elegant restaurant. The evening had been perfect—intimate conversation over candlelight, the kind of connection where words weren’t always necessary. But the peace didn’t last. Someone on Twitter had spotted you both, snapping a photo and posting it in real time. Within minutes, a crowd of fans had begun to gather outside the restaurant.

Cate noticed the growing commotion first. Her calm demeanor didn’t waver as she reached for the bill, signing with her usual elegance. she glanced at you and offered a small smile.

"Ready to go?" she asked, her voice calm and collected, though you could sense her quiet determination to get you both through the crowd unscathed.

As you nodded, she reached for your hand with a gentle grip. "Stay close," she murmured, her tone soft but resolute.

The two of you made your way to the entrance, the low hum of murmurs and camera clicks growing louder. As the door opened, the cool night air greeted you along with a sea of eager faces. Cate’s grip tightened slightly, her body instinctively angling toward you as a protective gesture.