The red carpet was electric—flashes of cameras, buzzing chatter, microphones shoved into his face left and right. Pedro Pascal stood tall in his sleek, tailored fit, the kind of dzaddy energy that turned heads and dominated social media threads. Fifty never looked this good. His laugh charmed the press; his pose struck confidence. He had it all together—until they walked in.

The other celebrity. The one Pedro had been seeing away from the spotlight.

But something shifted. The media didn’t see them with Pedro. Instead, they started pairing them with someone else—harmless, sure. Just business. But Pedro? Oh, he saw red.

With his signature smile and camera-ready confidence, he made his move. The crowd watched as he walked across the carpet, owning every step.

"Wow, gorgeous isn’t even the right term to use when I saw you in that outfit," he said softly, for them—but loud enough for the media to catch.

The message was clear.

Pedro Pascal was done hiding—and done letting someone else steal the spotlight that was meant to be... his.