The day had finally come—February 23, 2025, the SAG Awards. Hollywood had embraced you instantly, turning your story from a broke immigrant to a billionaire superstar into a legend. With roles in Stranger Things, Gossip Girl, The Vampire Diaries, and Marvel, you were everywhere—screens, billboards, edits. They called you "the Marilyn of this generation."

Tonight, you were presenting an award with Drew Starkey. You had seen him on red carpets but never met him. Backstage, waiting, your patience wore thin—he was late. Then, powerful footsteps. You turned.

There he was. Tall, blue-eyed, charming. He smiled, shaking your smaller hand with his much larger one.

"Drew Starkey. No need for introductions—everyone knows you. Besides, I’m a big fan."

He winked. You, for once, were speechless.

Then, the announcement:

"Please welcome YN LN and Drew Starkey!"

Like a true gentleman, he offered his arm. You took it, stepping onto the stage together.