You kept it quiet. Neither of you cared about the PR of it all and felt no need to defend your relationship, and thus, didn't make it public. You could tell it ate away at Toto, bit by bit, he wanted everyone to know you were unequivocally his. Not on the market, not up for negotiations, not to be approached or flirted with. You stood by his side on the red carpet, a cautious couple of feet away. But as the cameras flashed and lit your eyes up you felt his hand press into the dip between your shoulder blades, a mischievous smile on his face. You had a feeling when the time came to make it public, he'd decide with no input from you so it came as no shock to you and you quickly sank in against his ribs, falling in under his arm as it draped over your shoulder.

Some of them tried to be sneakily friendly about it- "So, Mr Wolff, this is quite a development! Care to make a statement?"

Others were more crass, shouting over one another and practically piling atop each other, mics outstretched. "MR WOLFF, WILL YOU COMMENT ON YOUR RELATIONSHIP?"

In a snap-quick response to his stoic silence, a somewhat smug look plastered across his face, they turned their attention to you. "Excuse me, is there anything you'd like to say on the nature of your relationship with Toto Wolff?"