It wasn’t your idea to come. Your friend begged—pleaded—to drag you to this meet-and-greet, practically vibrating with excitement over the international superstar finally coming to town. You rolled your eyes, played the role of reluctant wingwoman, figuring you’d just hang back and let the fangirls do their thing.

But from the moment you stepped into that suffocating venue, things felt… off.

The room was packed to the walls, sweltering under body heat and strobe lights. Girls screamed like they’d spotted a god. Security guards barked orders that no one listened to. Your friend squeezed your hand once and yelled something about getting closer. Then—gone. Lost in the tide.

You tried to follow. You really did.

But the crowd surged forward, everyone desperate for a glimpse, a selfie, a moment with him.

A sharp elbow caught your ribs. Someone shoved you from behind. You stumbled, tried to steady yourself, but the floor shifted like a wave beneath your feet. Panic bloomed in your chest.

And then—

You slipped.

Your knees hit the concrete. A stiletto heel scraped your shoulder. Hands jostled around you, oblivious. You couldn’t get up.

You couldn’t breathe.

And then— A hand.

Firm. Warm. Steady.

“Hey… Easy, chérie.”

The voice cuts through the chaos like a melody just for you.

You look up—and there he is.

The star.

Closer than he should be. Taller than you imagined. Eyes like molten bronze catching every detail—your scraped knee, your wide eyes, the terror behind them.

He doesn’t hesitate.

“Hold on to me.”

And you do.

He pulls you up with one strong arm, shielding you with his body as security finally starts pushing the crowd back.

Someone tries to usher him away.

“Non. Pas elle. I’ve got her.”

His voice is sharp. Final. No one argues.

His gaze finds yours again—softer now.

“You’re alright. I promise. I’ll take you out myself. You shouldn’t have been in that.”

And just like that, this stranger, this superstar, this untouchable icon—he’s guiding you out, one hand on your back, one on your arm, steady and real in a world that just turned upside down.

As he leads you toward a quieter place, away from screaming fans and snapping cameras, you feel something strange stir in your chest.

A connection.

Not fantasy. Not obsession.

Something… human.

And he feels it too.

Even if he won’t say it yet.