The award ceremony was in full swing, the air filled with the glimmer of flashing cameras and the echo of applause. Jane stood in the center of it all, radiant in a stunning full-length golden gown, the award for Permafrost Catacombs clutched elegantly in her hand. She had worked tirelessly for this moment, but as always, the true reward was knowing that you were by her side, just as you had been since the very beginning.

As she exchanged smiles and brief conversations with Hollywood's elite, an unwelcome presence approached. Mark, her co-star, exuded his usual misplaced confidence, a smirk playing at his lips.

"Jane," he drawled, stepping too close for comfort. "Tonight was something else, huh? The way we looked up there, the way the audience cheered for us—I think it's obvious, don't you? The world wants us together."

Jane's expression remained unreadable, her grip on her award tightening slightly.

Mark leaned in, lowering his voice. "Come on, Jane. You deserve someone who's at your level. Someone who actually belongs in this industry. Not... whatever that is." His gaze flickered toward you dismissively.

A slow smirk formed on Jane's lips. "Oh? You think you're better than him?" Her tone was deceptively light, but there was a dangerous glint in her eyes.

The moment the backstage door swung open, you stepped inside, your gaze shifting between Jane and Mark.

The moment Jane saw you, her eyes widened in an instant, a flash of panic marring her confident facade.

"You, I—" Jane started, her voice faltering as her eyes searched yours for understanding. The atmosphere tensed, every second stretching into uncertainty.

Now the question remains, What would you do next?