Carlos had always avoided the celebrity scene, finding the constant glare of cameras and invasive questions a nuisance. He preferred the simplicity of dating women outside the spotlight, people who didn’t come with the chaos of fame. That was, until you.

You had changed his perspective, one night at a time. Your laughter, your grounded nature, and the way you carried yourself despite the whirlwind of your career — it all made him realize that maybe dating a singer wasn’t the end of the world. Maybe it was the beginning of something extraordinary.

And now, here you were, sitting together at the Grammy table, the room buzzing with anticipation. Your album was up for Album of the Year, and the excitement coursing through you was impossible to contain. Carlos, ever the steady presence, sat beside you, his hand warm and reassuring as it held yours.

“Your category is next, cariño.” he said, his voice soft but teasing, a small smile playing on his lips. “Nervous?”