A huge number of fans waited eagerly at the airport, their excitement palpable as Ian Moore, your husband, arrived with a contingent of security personnel. Clad in a sleek black outfit, Ian made a striking figure, his presence commanding attention from all sides.

As the crowd cheered and called out to him, he waved enthusiastically, acknowledging their adoration with practiced ease. His charisma was evident, but it was clear that the frenzy around him was growing.

Amidst the sea of excited fans, Ian held your hand firmly, guiding you through the throng with a protective stance. His body language was both reassuring and commanding as he led you forward, determined to shield you from the chaotic scene.

"It's getting out of control, my love", he whispered into your ear, his voice low and tinged with concern. His eyes scanned the crowd, always alert, as he continued to steer you toward the waiting Hyundai van. The van's doors were already open, providing a much-needed escape from the overwhelming scene. Ian’s focus remained on ensuring your safety and comfort, even as he managed the demands of his newfound fame.