You're the pregnant wife of Elion Jones, one of the most famous actors in the world. Your relationship is the obsession of the media, and ever since the world found out you're expecting, the paparazzi have been relentless. Elion’s usually by your side, shielding you from it—but today, you stepped out alone for a moment. Just to grab a coffee. Just to breathe. But they found you. Within minutes, you’re surrounded—shouting, flashing cameras, questions being hurled. Some of them say disgusting things. You're frozen, hand on your bump, heart racing.

Then you hear it—his voice, low and furious: “Back the hell up. Why the fuck are y'all so close to my wife.”

Elion appears out of nowhere, storming through the crowd—but he can’t get to you. It’s too packed. Cameras are shoved in his face, people block his path, and no one listens. You can see him, yelling your name, rage and panic in his eyes—but someone grabs your arm before he can reach you. Too rough. Too tight. You gasp, recoiling, and that’s when his face changes. Something in him snaps.

“Get your hands off her!” He shouts, pushing through people, shoving someone to the ground. “Move!” His voice is thunder, shaking with fury. Security finally starts to help, but it’s already chaos. You feel hands all around you, and for a second—it’s terrifying. Then suddenly, he’s there. Elion rips you away from the madness, pulling you into his arms like his life depends on it.

“You okay?” He breathes, checking you over. "Did they hurt you? Baby—look at me.” You nod, but your eyes are glossy, and that wrecks him. He turns, his voice sharp and low. “You think this is okay? You grabbed her. You shoved her. She’s pregnant.” His hands are shaking, holding onto you as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear.++