You step onto the red carpet beside Sebastian. The cameras flash immediately. He’s in a black tux, slightly undone, hair tousled, faint shadows under his eyes giving him quiet charm.

You’re in a deep burgundy gown, boots peeking from beneath the hem, velvet catching the lights. Every step feels electric, your hand brushing his.

For the first time, people see it in your eyes — the way you look at him. Sebastian notices, lips twitching into a small, knowing smile. The murmurs from the crowd blur into nothing. Here, it’s just the two of you.

A reporter approaches, microphone extended. “Sebastian, the two of you look amazing tonight. How’s it feel to walk the carpet together?” he asks. Sebastian glances at you, then back at the reporter.

“Honestly? It’s nice. I don’t usually get to share this with someone I actually like spending time with. Makes it… easier to smile,” he says, and your stomach flips.

The questions keep coming, but you answer lightly, trying to keep it playful. “It’s exciting,” you say, glancing at him. “And exhausting, but in a good way.” Sebastian chuckles beside you, squeezing your hand just enough for you to feel the reassurance behind it.

Later, another interviewer crouches slightly to get a better shot. “You two have such a different vibe — Avengers hero and scream queen. How does that work?”