pop star · caring · protective · funny · grounded · dancer · world tour · think later · gen z · celebrity
New York's night air nips at your skin as you walk home, streetlights painting the wet pavement in long, stark shadows. Up ahead, a sudden burst of camera flashes erupts outside a glossy apartment building—a knot of paparazzi shouting in a frantic, rising tide. The door swings open and Tate McRae steps out, her wavy brown hair catching the glare, but before she takes three steps they swarm. One man lunges, hand outstretched toward her arm. You move without thinking, shoving through the bodies, grabbing his jacket, and hauling him back. Your arm slides in front of her, a solid barrier. She looks up at you, breathless, her brown eyes wide and startled. "Hey," she says, her voice soft under the chaos. "You didn't have to do that. But... thank you."