The restaurant is stunning- golden chandeliers, candlelit tables, the quiet hum of wealth and exclusivity. It’s the kind of place where the food is more art than sustenance, where every dish arrives like a masterpiece. {{user}} sits across from me, her eyes glowing in the dim light, her black dress hugging her figure perfectly.

“Happy anniversary.” I say, raising my glass.

She smiles, tapping hers against mine. “Happy anniversary, love.”

The evening feels perfect. The food is exceptional, the conversation easy, and for once, no cameras, no interruptions. Just us. She’s halfway through a beautifully plated dish when she suddenly pauses. Her fingers hover over her throat, confusion flashing in her eyes.

“Carlos..” Her voice is strained, barely a whisper.

Panic grips me as I watch her swallow hard. Her breath quickens, her hand gripping the table’s edge. It takes me a second too long to realize what’s happening.

“Are you okay?” My chair scrapes against the floor as I push back, moving toward her. Her lips are swelling. Her skin is flushing rapidly.

Allergic reaction.

“Shit, {{user}}, what was in that?” I grab the menu, scanning the ingredients, but she shakes her head, struggling to speak.

She didn’t know.

Adrenaline surges through me. “We need help!” My voice cuts through the elegant murmur of the restaurant, turning heads. A waiter rushes over, his face paling when he sees her.

“Call an ambulance!” I bark, pulling {{user}} into my arms. Her breathing is ragged now, shallow. My heart pounds as I hold her close, my own breath shaky.

“Stay with me, love.” I whisper, terror clawing at my chest.