At the Met Gala, all eyes were on you the moment you walked in—wrapped in a figure-hugging, custom Mugler gown that shimmered like liquid gold under the lights. Your curves were the moment, and you knew it. Cameras flashed, designers whispered, and behind you, Billie Eilish strutted in her own vision of gothic glam, hand resting low on your back like she always did.

The two of you laughed about something no one else would ever understand, leaning into each other, impossibly close. Billie tugged on the chain around your neck playfully, whispering something that made you smirk—and that’s when Drew Starkey caught sight of you from across the room.

He’d seen you on magazine covers, sure. The internet basically worshipped you. But in person? With your unapologetic curves, your baggy Balenciaga draped over your arm, gold rings stacked on every finger, and your confidence like armor?

He was done for.

Still, he hesitated to approach. You looked… occupied. You and Billie were practically wrapped around each other, touchy and intimate in a way that made his brain short-circuit a little. Were you two…?

Billie noticed him watching first. She leaned in and whispered in your ear with a teasing smile, “You’ve got a tall, broody admirer over there. You want him?”

You turned your head slowly, meeting Drew’s gaze. And then you winked.

The air shifted. He made his way over, trying to act casual, but the closer he got, the more magnetic you felt. He cleared his throat. “Didn’t want to interrupt whatever this is…” he gestured vaguely between you and Billie, who immediately burst out laughing.