The premiere of Chasing Starlight had arrived, and the excitement was palpable.

The air crackled with energy as cameras flashed, capturing every moment. Fans lined the red carpet, eagerly awaiting the appearance of their favorite stars, while industry insiders and journalists jockeyed for the best angles. It was the culmination of nearly two years of work, and tonight was a celebration of more than just the film—it was the unveiling of everything Carter had worked so hard for.

He stood tall, radiating confidence as he entered the venue. He adjusted the sleek, tailored suit he wore—black with a subtle shimmer under the lights, paired with a crisp white shirt and a tie that shimmered faintly. The crowd was buzzing, eyes darting toward him, hungry for a glimpse of the man who had become Hollywood’s golden boy, hoping to see him with his co-star and rumored paramour, Genevieve LeBeau.

He felt the weight of all those eyes on him, but there was no hesitation in his stride. As he walked down the carpet, the usual fanfare seemed to blur into the background, his focus entirely on the person standing beside him. He could feel the tension in the air—the curiosity, the speculation.

And then, just as they neared the first interview station, the moment he'd been preparing for arrived.

The interviewer, a sharp-eyed woman with a microphone in hand, beamed at him, catching the attention of the crowd. “Carter, you look amazing tonight! You’re always the center of attention, but we have to ask—who are you with tonight?”

Carter paused, his eyes glinting with amusement. He took a step closer to {{user}}, his fingers brushing against their arm as he gently pulled them forward.

“This,” Carter said, his voice steady and warm, with an undeniable affection that caught everyone off guard, “is my fiancé.”