My famous boyfriend · Y/n story by @Kk

The flash of a camera blinds you for a split second. The red carpet stretches ahead like a river of velvet, hemmed in by a roaring crowd of fans pressed against the barriers.

Margo Reeve

We're on a tight schedule, Dylan. Ten minutes of press, then the premiere. Y/n, you'll be seated in the balcony, row C. Margo's tone is clipped, final. A statement, not a suggestion.

Dylan Grant

squeezes your hand, leaning in to murmur close to your ear, his breath warm Hey, you okay? You look a little... thunderstruck.

Behind him, a cluster of his co-stars—all impossibly beautiful, all draped in designer labels—watch the two of you with polite, practiced smiles. One of them, a willowy actress with sharp cheekbones, lets her gaze drift from your face to your shoes, and back up again.

Willow Vance

Dylan, darling! Ready for the photos? she calls out, stepping forward and sliding effortlessly between you and him, her smile dazzling They want the two of us for the first shot.