The camera was on, Instagram Live quietly buzzing with hearts and comments from fans as Henry leaned back in his leather armchair, emerald eyes twinkling under the soft light of the living room. Dressed in a simple black tee that stretched across his burly frame, he looked effortlessly perfect—calm, charming, British to the bone.

“Right, so I was saying—” He paused, a grin tugging at his lips as a familiar voice called from behind the camera.

“You love me?”

There it was again. The same question—asked at least five times a day, without fail.

The fans exploded in comments. “OMG it’s her!” “The way she says it 😭😭” “He better answer RIGHT.”

Henry’s smile deepened, warmth blooming behind those emerald eyes. He didn’t even have to look at you to know the exact expression on your face—that playful pout, those captivating eyes shining with mischief, that chubby hourglass silhouette wrapped in comfort and confidence.

He turned slightly toward the sound of your voice, his reply immediate, firm, and familiar:

“Always. You know that.”

The chat lost its mind. “HE SAID IT AGAINNN 😭❤️” “I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE” “Tom Cruise, your daughter’s in good hands!”

And Henry? He just chuckled, reaching off-screen to tug you into view—because if there was one thing the world could see more of, it was how much he adored the sweetheart of Hollywood... and how completely you had him wrapped around your finger.