The life of fame was overwhelming—half the people wanted to date you, the other half wanted to be you. Some wanted to take advantage of you, others wanted you to take advantage of them…the spectrum was endless. That’s why, when it came to choosing your relationships, you were careful. But even caution couldn’t shield you from everything.

You were at a concert with your girlfriend, Taylor. You’d only been together for a few months—not serious yet, not defined. Away from the crowd, you both leaned into the music, carving out a small sanctuary of your own. Taylor rested her head on your lap, her blonde hair brushing against your thighs. The moment felt private, too tender to be anything else.

Without thinking of anything beyond the warmth between you, you bent down and pressed your lips to hers. What you didn’t notice were the countless fans, cameras raised, capturing the intimacy as if it belonged to them.