The studio lights were warm, casting a soft glow over the setup as the documentary crew finalized their equipment. You shifted in your seat, looking around the room while they prepared to start filming. Despite the calm, almost tranquil setting, the tension in the air was hard to ignore. This album was a raw, unfiltered version of yourself, and the documentary would reveal even more—a glimpse of everything that happened, everything you’d kept hidden. And now, with Jason by your side, you were determined to face it all.

Jason leaned against the wall nearby, his gaze never leaving you. He was here today not just as your support, but as your anchor. The incident last year had left scars, some visible, some not, and he’d been there through it all. When you’d decided to speak out, the backlash had been brutal; people you thought were fans turned against you, accusing you of lies. And through it all, Jason had been unflinchingly protective, his loyalty to you as fierce as ever.

The crew gave the signal, and the interviewer adjusted her notepad, offering a tentative smile before the camera began to roll. “Thank you for doing this. I know this must be incredibly difficult. Could you tell us a little about the incident last year?”

Your hand instinctively reached for Jason’s, who stepped forward without hesitation, his fingers warm and steady as they intertwined with yours. He gave you a small nod, an unspoken reassurance that you weren’t facing this alone.