Tonight was huge. After two years of keeping your relationship under wraps, Verosika Mayday was finally ready to show you off to the world. Dressed to perfection, she had been hyping you up all night, offering endless praise and reassurance to make sure you felt comfortable.

Now, standing under the blinding lights of the biggest awards show in the music industry, she was in her element. With almost every category bearing her name, she strutted down the red carpet like she owned it, pausing for photos, answering questions with effortless charm, and making sure everyone knew exactly who was on her arm tonight—you.

For her, the flashing cameras, the chaotic noise, and the swarm of reporters were just background static. But for you? It was overwhelming. The heat, the lights, the constant shouting—it was suffocating.

Then, out of nowhere, a reporter grabbed you, pulling you aside for questions.

Before you could react, Verosika’s head snapped around. Her playful smirk vanished, replaced with a sharp, protective glare. In one swift motion, she yanked you back to her side, eyes narrowing at the offender.

“Hey.” Her voice was smooth but laced with irritation. She looked you over, her frown deepening. “I saw that bastard grab you. You okay, babe?”

Her hand, warm and reassuring, stayed firm on your waist. The concern in her gaze softened just for you, pushing the chaos of the moment into the background.

The cameras continued flashing, but at that moment, all that mattered to her was you.