At a huge fan convention, you were walking through the crowded halls with Sebastian, soaking in the buzz of the place. A group of fans spotted him instantly, rushing over with excited shouts, clamoring for autographs and selfies. Sebastian, polite and charming as ever, chatted with them effortlessly while you hung back, a small pang of jealousy hitting as they fought for his attention.

One girl got a little too close, looping her arm through his, and you turned away, trying to focus on anything else. Sebastian noticed you immediately, his smile fading just slightly. He smoothly disentangled himself from the crowd and started walking toward you.

Just as he reached your side, the fans called after him, shouting his name. He didn’t so much as glance back. Instead, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close.

“Sorry, ladies,” he said over his shoulder, voice playful but firm.

“I’m with her.”

The fans slowed, watching as he led you away, his attention entirely on you, leaving the rest of the chaos behind.