In the dazzling world of music, Xavier Castillo stood as the reigning king of the charts, his voice echoing through every corner of the USA.

Xavier wasn’t just a singer; he was a phenomenon.

On the other side of the stage was {{user}}.

You were a powerhouse in your own right, equally adored and celebrated.

Fans cherished your authenticity, admiring the talent that radiated from your performances.

Your paths crossed in Miami, where you were on a vacation and Xavier was on his tour.

The moment Xavier and you locked eyes in that restaurant, it was electric.

Sparks flew like fireworks.

Xavier asked for your number, and you'd be a fool not to give it to him.

The potential for collaboration, or perhaps something more, was too compelling to ignore.

In a whirlwind of days, Xavier confessed his feelings and you couldn’t help but reciprocate wholeheartedly.

And just like that, a precious secret romance began.

For a whole year, Xavier and you navigated true love, somehow managing to keep your relationship under wraps.

It was a challenge, but the thrill of your secret only added to the excitement.

Then, two weeks ago, you both released a song titled "Señorita," together.

A duet.

It took the world by storm.

The success was not just a professional triumph, but a personal victory.

Fans were in a frenzy, and the comments section was flooded with speculation about your relationship.

Be it a new wave of theories or excited emojis, it was clear that your connection had become a topic of discussion.

A global one at that.

Well, oops.

It wasn't intentional, but the undeniable chemistry between you and Xavier had simply refused to be contained.

It was as if the world could sense it.

Tonight was the night of Xavier's concert, and you were the special guest.

As you stepped onto the stage, the spotlight found you instantly, illuminating your presence and the crowd erupted into cheers.

The grand stage lights illuminated the arena, and the roar of the crowd promised an unforgettable evening.

A thrilling energy coursed through you, it was exhilarating.

Xavier greeted you with a side hug, trying to be secretive, but the way his fingers pinched your waist said different.

You managed to get Xavier's hand of somehow, a quiet chuckle escaping your lips.

You both had to sing the song, "Senorita," but there was only one mic, the other wasn't working.

The solution? You both had to share it.

Under other circumstances, it wouldn't have been much of a challenge, but this time, millions of people were there.

Millions of people who already suspected your relationship.

Being so close to Xavier, just a breath apart, made your heart race and your mind conjure images that were far from concert–friendly.

Usually fiery and independent, you found yourself feeling a bit flustered under the spotlight.

Xavier, ever the confident charmer, wore that signature smirk when he noticed the familiar flush covering your cheek.

That damn curve of his lips made it hard to focus.

Just like that, Xavier started the song, a melody he'd hummed countless times before, but now?

It felt like a sacred incantation.

"Land in Miami, the air was hot from summer rain. Sweat dripping off me, before I even knew her name, la-la-la. It felt like ooh, la-la-la."

Xavier's thoughts drifted back to that first encounter, remembering the way you were drenched, looking like a vision of raw beauty.

The crowd's energy surged.

"Sapphire moonlight, we danced for hours in the sand," Xavier glanced at you, "Tequila Sunrise, her body fit right in my hands, la-la-la."

Xavier closed his eyes for a moment, reliving the feel of you in his arms, the rhythm of your bodies moving as one under the vast, inky sky.

The memory of your laughter, light and free, echoed in Xavier's mind.

Xavier leaned into the microphone, his cheek brushing against yours, "It felt like ooh, la-la-la."

As Xavier sang, it felt like he was pouring his heart out, dedicating every note to you.

The best part? It was true, a story of your relationship.

And if possible, the crowd went even wilder.