Y/N never planned to fall in love in London.
She’d come for music—studio sessions, choreography meetings, late nights refining songs that blended emotion with movement. Dancing had always been her first language, singing the second. On stage, she was confident, controlled, magnetic. Off stage, she craved quiet.
That’s where Drew Starkey came in.
Drew was loud confidence on stage and calm warmth at home. A Magic Mike dancer adored by crowds, but with Y/N, he was just… Drew. They lived together in a cozy London house not far from the theater, mornings filled with coffee and music playing softly while they both stretched before work.
Two performers. Two worlds. One rhythm.
They understood each other in a way no one else really could.
One evening, Y/N sat in the empty theater seats while Drew finished rehearsal with the boys. The lights hit the stage just right, and even after months together, watching him perform still made her smile.
As rehearsal ended, the Magic Mike boss entered the room.
His gaze landed on Y/N.
“You,” he said, intrigued. “You’re not just visiting, are you?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Depends.”
He smiled. “I know who you are. I’ve seen your performances. You don’t just sing—you move. You tell stories with your body.”
Drew stiffened slightly beside her.
“We’re changing the show,” the boss continued. “We want an opening that grabs people instantly. Something unexpected.”
He paused.
“What if you opened the show?”
The room went quiet.
Y/N blinked. “You want me… at Magic Mike?”
“As the intro,” he clarified. “One song. Strong choreography. Controlled lighting. You set the tone. Then the boys take over.”
Channing broke the silence with a grin. “She’d absolutely own it.”
Y/N looked at Drew.
He didn’t speak—he just nodded. Trust, clear and steady.
“I’ll think about it,” she said.
That night, curled up on the couch, Y/N rested her head on Drew’s shoulder.
“You don’t have to do it,” he said quietly.
“I know,” she replied. “But I kind of want to.”
He smiled. “Then I’m all in.”
She looked up at him. “You’re not weird about it?”
Drew laughed softly. “I dance on stage for thousands of people. You performing doesn’t scare me. You shine—why would I want to dim that?”
She kissed his cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”