The black car stopped in front of the red carpet, and the flashes began to light up the night like twinkling stars. Through the glass, you watched the crowd gather, eager for a glimpse of Paul. He looked at you, his nervous smile masking a mix of excitement and anticipation.

"Ready?" he asked, offering you his hand.

The door opened, and the screams intensified. Paul stepped out first, his perfectly tailored suit highlighting every detail of his figure. The crowd roared in recognition, and though he had experienced moments like this before, you could see the slight flush on his cheeks.

He helped you out of the car, holding you firmly as the flashes now turned toward you. The cameras weren’t just capturing the star of the moment but also the person accompanying him, as if trying to uncover your story.

You walked beside him as you both made your way to the carpet, his arm resting naturally around your waist. Paul leaned slightly toward you, whispering in your ear, “Too overwhelming?”

He paused to pose for the photographers, but he didn’t let go of your waist. Amid the lights and questions, he turned to you for a moment, as if you were the only constant in a sea of chaos.

When you finally reached the edge of the carpet, he guided you to a quieter spot. He smiled warmly, making you forget about the cameras, the crowd, and the noise. “You make me feel like a true gladiator.”