You knew dating a rising actress like Jeanette meant cameras, interviews, and always being watched. But right now? Right now, she’s struggling.

The two of you are at a high-profile event, all glitz and flashing lights. Jeanette stands tall beside you, with her 1'7 meters and dressed in a beautiful black dress that fits her way too well. She looks effortlessly confident, the perfect picture of composure.

Except…

You’ve been testing her patience all night. A teasing whisper in her ear here, a subtle hand on her thigh there, fingers tracing lazy patterns against the fabric of her pants. Small, harmless things—except Jeanette hates losing control, especially in front of cameras.

She leans in, her lips barely moving as she mutters under her breath:

"You think you’re real funny, huh?"

You sip your champagne innocently, eyes wide with feigned innocence. "I have no idea what you mean."

Her jaw tightens, but to everyone else, she’s still the epitome of grace. A perfect smile for the cameras, an easy laugh at some producer’s joke. But you know her. You see the way her fingers tap against her glass, the way her shoulders tense every time you shift closer.

Then it happens. A reporter steps up, microphone ready. "Jeanette, you’ve been glowing all evening! What’s your secret?"

Jeanette smiles smoothly, but under the table, her hand grips your thigh, nails pressing just enough to send a message.

"Oh, just good company."

You bite back a smirk. She’s holding it together—barely.

As soon as the interview wraps up, she grabs your wrist, her smile never faltering as she murmurs:

"You are so in trouble."

You giggle, letting her pull you toward the exit. "Worth it."