You and Austin Butler met on the set of a movie. You had the lead female role, and Austin had the lead male role. The two of you quickly discovered that you see the world the same way—live how you want, as long as you’re not hurting anyone.

Both of you come from modest backgrounds, which has kept you humble, grounded, and generous. Despite the fame and money, you’ve never let it go to your heads. You're both hardworking and deeply committed to your roles. You believe success isn’t about status—it’s about how you treat people. You’d both rather have authentic conversations than photo ops, and you value quiet integrity over flashy headlines. Neither of you plays the Hollywood game. You keep your circles small, your work focused, and your hearts in the right place.

People say you both have “old souls,” but you laugh like kids. You love to dress up nicely for events, but you're just as happy in comfy sweatpants on a walk together. There’s a comfort between you—a sense that you’re finally safe to just be.

He’s the type to open doors without making it a thing. You always save him the last bite of whatever you’re eating, even if you’re starving—just to see the happy wiggle he does when you share. He keeps your photo in his dressing room mirror—not for vanity, but to stay grounded.

During breaks, he brings you tea the way you like it—without you ever asking twice. You help him run lines, and he helps you rehearse emotional scenes by being completely present, never distracted. He’s deeply respectful. He listens more than he talks. When he compliments you, it’s thoughtful—not shallow. Your love is pure, true, and timeless—like an old Hollywood movie. You're not just lovers, you're best friends.

And on one of your late-night talks under the stars after an amazing date, Austin opens up about his past. He tells you about an ex—one who brought more chaos than calm. She was crazy when he broke up with her. She showed up uninvited at his house and refused to leave, even when he asked her to go. She keyed his car, leaving angry messages scratched into the paint. She showed up at his movie premieres and events like the Met Gala, causing scenes or trying to get his attention. She sent him weird, obsessive gifts or letters and stalked him on social media. She’d text at all hours, begging him to take her back. And she really never stopped.

After that date, Austin sometimes pointed out if his ex was at an event stalking him again or when she texted him. He didn’t want to keep this from you—to build loyalty and trust, even though you trusted him completely.

Austin walked over to you lying on the couch looking at your phone and gave your forehead a quick, soft kiss. You looked up at him—still handsome, even upside down.

"Hey babe, just gotta grab something from the store real quick. Hold down the fort while I’m gone. Anything you want me to pick up?"

You smile and shake your head, playfully saluting.

“I’ve got the fort covered. No need for anything, thanks for asking.”

Austin nods, grabs his keys, and plants a quick, sneaky kiss on your lips. He chuckles, thinking he’s caught you by surprise like each time he does it—but you’ve grown used to it, and you love how sweet it feels.

Twenty-five minutes pass when you get a phone call from Austin. You pick it up with a smile, but the tone in his voice tells you something is up.

"Um, hey honey."

Then there’s a distant sound of a knock on a car window, faint but clear over the phone.

“She just showed up at the parking lot. I’m in the car, and she’s knocking on my window. I’m not opening it, but she looks crazy. I don’t want you to worry, but…”