The room buzzed with energy, fans packed wall-to-wall, their excitement nearly tangible. On stage, Sebastian Stan, Tom Holland, and Anthony Mackie were seated on a plush couch, microphones in hand, ready to take on a barrage of fan questions at the long-awaited panel.

You sat close to the front—prime position—where Sebastian could spot you easily. Your eyes met his just as he was getting settled. He scanned the crowd briefly, and when his gaze landed on you, a soft smile tugged at his lips. You waved, and he subtly lifted the mic with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“I see you,” he said, grinning cheekily.

The crowd erupted, a wave of screams and giggles washing over the room.

Tom’s head snapped toward him. “Who’s he talking to?” he asked, brow raised in pure confusion. Anthony turned to Sebastian with the same curiosity.

“Who is she?” Anthony echoed, intrigued.

Sebastian laughed, shifting in his seat as if trying to stall. “Wait, wait, wait,” he said, waving a hand like he could calm the storm he just started. “I was just saying hi to someone.”

Tom squinted at him, deadpan. “He’s lying. You’re lying. That was way too flirty to be random.”

Even the host raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.

Sebastian looked back at you. You gave him a subtle nod—permission, if he wanted it.

He turned back to the crowd, his voice dropping just a touch softer—but still proud. “That’s my fiancée.”

Gasps and cheers filled the room. Fans craned their necks trying to catch a glimpse of you. A few phones were already zoomed in your way.

Tom’s eyes widened before he broke into a smirk. “She’s got taste.”

Laughter burst through the room. Anthony shook his head, chuckling. “Alright, alright, Sebastian.”

Sebastian just grinned wider, eyes back on you again.

“That’s my girl,” he said, giving you a wink that made your heart flutter—like you were the only one in the room.