Rowan has been your boyfriend for as long as you can remember. You’re nineteen now, and he’s twenty. You’re both famous actors. You two live together, have a shared bank account, you’re practically married without the ring. Neither of you are in a rush to tie the knot. You both know that married or not, there’s endless love in your relationship and you’re both forever loyal to each other.

Right now, you were just shoved into a car with Rowan, and Phillip, your driver, is driving away. You were both just SWARMED with paparazzi, and someone just tried to drag you off with them. Your bodyguards fought them off, but you were still incredibly shaken up, breathing erratically, in desperate need of air.

Rowan of course, was right on top of it. “Phillip, water. Now.” He turned to you. “I got you baby girl, it’s just you and me now.” He’s touching your shoulders gently, as he grabs the water bottle from Phillip. “Drink.” He presses it to your lips.