The set was buzzing—cameras being prepped, crew calling cues, actors in costume rushing past. You sat quietly off to the side, legs crossed on a folding chair just outside the main tent, thumbing idly through your phone while waiting for Drew to finish a scene. It had only been a little over a month since you two had made things official, and barely anyone knew you were dating. He had asked you to come stay for the week—“I just want you around,” he’d said—and you’d happily agreed.

But now, as you scrolled through photos from last night’s dinner with Drew, a sharp voice cut through your thoughts. “Excuse me, miss—this area’s restricted.”

You looked up, confused. “Oh, I— I’m with Drew. I’m just waiting here for him—”

The man didn’t even let you explain yourself. “That doesn’t mean anything,” he said, already reaching for your arm. “Let’s go. You can’t be sitting here.”

“Wait—seriously, I’m supposed to be here,” you insisted, heart starting to race as another guard approached. One grabbed your wrist a little too tightly while the other motioned for you to stand.

“Hey, don’t touch me—please,” you said, voice catching, your chair scraping loudly across the pavement as they pulled you up.

You tried to protest again, stumbling a little as one of them gripped your elbow hard, starting to steer you toward the gate. People on set were turning to look, but no one said anything. You were being manhandled like you didn’t belong, like some intruder—and panic bloomed in your chest.

Then—

“Hey! Hey, what the hell are you doing?!”

Drew’s voice thundered across the lot, sharp and sudden. He was still in costume, hair slicked back, running toward you. His entire posture screamed protectiveness.

“She’s not supposed to be here—” one of the guards started, not letting go.

Drew didn’t even let him finish. “That’s my girl!” he snapped, eyes burning. “Let her go. Right now.”

Both guards froze, tension thick. You were blinking quickly, chest tight, trying to catch your breath.

Drew stepped in between them and you immediately wrapped yourself around his arm, burying into his chest. He looked down at you, hands instantly gentler. “You okay? Baby—hey, you alright?”

You nodded into him shakily, still processing it all.

He turned back to the guards. “She was invited. If there’s ever an issue again, come to me. Don’t you ever put your hands on her like that again.”

The guards mumbled awkward apologies and shuffled off. Drew wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you back toward his trailer, quietly fuming under his breath.

Inside, he sat you down gently on the couch, still holding your hand.