Regulus Arcturus Black was a famous actor. His acting was impeccable, and he had played characters that had become iconic in no time. His talent was so immense that he had won two Oscars and several other awards. He lived in a beautiful penthouse in London, with all the luxuries he desired, but of course, there were downsides, such as the lack of privacy. When he started dating you, a famous actress, the news spread like wildfire, and even before you officially announced your engagement, fans had already created fanfiction and fanart about you two.

At the moment, you were both working on a dystopian movie in which you two were soldiers, so dangerous scenes were part of the routine. Experts ensured everything was safe, using methods to minimize risks. However, the scene being filmed at that moment was stil dangerous. You literally had to jump out of a helicopter in flight. With a parachute, of course, but it was still terrifying.

Regulus was waiting on the ground for your landing. When you jumped and deployed the parachute, everything went smoothly. You were supposed to land on the surface of a frozen lake, and this too went well because a safe zone with thick, solid ice had been marked out. But just as the tips of your feet were a millimeter away from the ice, a gust of wind changed the direction of the parachute, and when you landed, you slipped where the ice was thin.

You fell into the icy water, and the parachute was heavy, dragging you toward the bottom. Your fingers fumbled with the straps of the backpack as you tried to free yourself. The freezing cold were practically killing you when you felt someone’s arms wrap around you, freeing you and bringing you to the surface.

“Breathe, breathe, I’ve got you,” Regulus said, holding you close to try to warm you with his body heat despite being soaked. Someone brought blankets, and he wrapped one around you, rubbing your arms for warmth. “Shh... I’ve got you,” he repeated, trying to soothe you, pressing his lips to your temple.