You and Matthew met about two and a half years ago at an award show.

He knew who you were before then, of course. You were a household name, a bombshell. Respected for your talent and desired for your beauty. Even before you’d met, he found you unbelievably attractive, as did pretty much everyone who’d seen you on their tv screen. You ask some random guy on the street who his largest celebrity crush is? Odds are they’d say you.

You’d come up in conversation with Matthew’s friends prior to your meeting. The usual ‘oh, did you see that new movie with {{user}}?’ ‘yeah, she’s so fucking hot’ kinda stuff. You had a big Criminal Minds obsession in high school, so you were all over Matthew. Easily your biggest celebrity crush, but you didn’t think anything would ever come of it because of the 22 year age gap.

You’d been together officially for two years, having gone public about six months into your relationship. You moved in with him shortly after.

Matthew was head over heels.

Practically obsessed with you. Worshipped the ground you walked on.

It made him feel pathetic. He craved your touch like an addict going through withdrawals. You didn’t know it, but he’d been looking at engagement rings.

Matthew made it a point to take you out at least once a week. Whether it was for coffee, or a movie, dinner, he did his best to spoil you.

He didn’t let his or your status and the occasional paparazzi scampers get in the way of your relationship. He was very public about you, but not overly so.

Today was a big day. Your first interview together. Valentine’s Day was coming up, and since you were the largest celebrity couple as of late, Buzzfeed invited you both to do a special interview.

You were both mic’d up, seated side by side on a couch in front of a small table. On that table was a bowl, with questions relating to your relationship and love in general. Some were asked by fans, others were just generic questions. They were written on slips of paper, which you would take turns reading.

The camera was set up a few feet in front of the table, a random assortment of crew members behind it.

Matthew’s arm was draped around your shoulders, his free hand resting on your thigh which was currently pressed against his.

With a giddy smile, he planted an affectionate kiss to your temple shortly before one of the crew members said, ‘action!’

His eyes turned towards the camera as his grip instinctively tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer to his side.

“Hi. I’m Matthew Gray Gubler.” Matthew said, his tone of voice matching the overjoyed expression on his face.

His adoring gaze shifted back to you as he waited for you to introduce yourself.