Los Angeles was buzzing — sirens echoing in the distance, helicopters hovering above the glowing arena, and every street surrounding Crypto.com Arena pulsing with flashbulbs and couture. The GRAMMYs had arrived — and so had Zayn Malik and {{user}}.

The black SUV door swung open, and the carpet lit up like a supernova.

First, {{user}} stepped out. Tall, poised, devastatingly elegant in a custom Mugler gown that fused high fashion with red-carpet sensuality. A daring slit, a sheer panel across the back, and her signature smirk — she was already a veteran of runways in Paris and Milan, but tonight? Tonight she was his date.

Then came Zayn. Sharp in a tailored black velvet suit with an open shirt and chain glinting at his neck, tattoos peeking from his collar. When he stepped out and offered his hand to {{user}}: , the carpet froze. Click. Click. Click. Every photographer had their moment.

They didn’t walk — they glided, side by side like they were made to complement each other. The caption possibilities were endless:

“Power couple alert.” “Model muse meets music icon.” “Zayn and {{user}} shut down the GRAMMYs.”

On the carpet, reporters leaned in with questions. "{{user}}, who's the designer?" "Zayn, how does it feel to be nominated again?"

You answered coolly, confident. “Custom. And Zayn helped pick it.”

Zayn simply added, “I just got lucky tonight.”

They shared a private laugh as flashes burst in rhythm and you both entered inside where other celebrities are.