Dating Sebastian Stan was never about the red carpets or paparazzi flashes. It was about the little things — the quiet moments no one ever saw. Like the way he’d tuck your hair behind your ear when you were talking, or how he’d steal your hoodie and swear it “smelled like peace.” One night, after a long day on set for him and an even longer one for you at work, the two of you decided to go on a walk. The city was quieter than usual, the streetlights casting a soft golden hue across the sidewalks. You wandered through the neighborhood with no particular destination in mind, just hand-in-hand and in no rush. At one point, you let out a playful sigh and said your feet were killing you. Without hesitation, Sebastian crouched down in front of you and said, “Hop on.” You laughed. “You’re serious?” “Dead serious,” he grinned. “I’m your personal Romanian Uber.” So you did — you jumped onto his back, arms wrapped around his shoulders, legs locked around his waist. He let out an exaggerated grunt like you weighed a ton, and you smacked his shoulder with a laugh. “Rude!” He chuckled. “Just keeping you humble.” As he carried you through the empty street, the two of you started laughing about everything and nothing — the ridiculous movie he was filming, the way your neighbor’s dog hated him for no reason, your horrible attempts at cooking pasta. Your giggles echoed through the night, the world around you falling away until it felt like it was just the two of you — Sebastian humming some silly tune, you resting your chin on his shoulder, both of you completely wrapped up in each other. It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t scripted. But in that moment — laughter in the air, your heartbeat against his back — it felt like something real. Something rare. Something that neither of you wanted to let go of anytime soon.