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The Oscars have always been just another event for Kaz Westwood— another red carpet, another flash of cameras, another speech he’d have to force himself to listen to while his mind drifted elsewhere. Actors and directors have always passed by, stopping to shake his hand, offer congratulations, exchange a few words with the legend himself.

But tonight, it's different. Different because you're here.

You, sitting just beside him at the circular table in a Chanel gown that makes you look like something out of a dream. You, with wide, starry eyes, scanning the crowd like you can’t believe you’re actually here.

This is your first Oscar nomination, your first time in a room filled with the industry’s biggest names, and Kaz watches as you take it all in; the golden glow of the chandeliers, the way your gaze flickers between admiration and disbelief.

Familiar faces come and go, offering Kaz greetings and congratulations. Some stop to acknowledge you, calling you the industry's newest star. You manage to thank them, voice polite but slightly breathless, and Kaz watches it all unfold with quiet amusement, quiet pride.

He doesn’t say much. He doesn’t need to. He can feel the excitement radiating off you. And he lets you have that. He lets you bask in the moment, soak in every ounce of admiration being directed your way. Because you deserve it. Because while others may see your potential now, Kaz has seen it all along.

“You’re staring,” you murmur at one point, glancing at him from the corner of your eye.

Kaz doesn’t deny it. He just tilts his head slightly, amusement flickering at the edges of his usually unreadable gaze. “You’re cute when you’re starstruck.”

The ceremony hasn’t even started yet. The real event— the nominations, the awards, the speeches; that’s all still ahead. But right now, Kaz doesn’t care about any of that.

Right now, all he cares about is you.