How to be loved

38 - Safe haven

HOW TO BE LOVED

38 – Safe haven

Freen's POV

The lights bathed the runway in a soft glow, highlighting the final, breathtaking moments of the Fendi launch. I stood at the center, surrounded by the glitz and glamour of the industry's finest, but none of it could compare to the sight of her.

Becky.

The moment she stepped onto the stage, the world around me disappeared. I'd always known she was special, but tonight, she was more than that—she was utterly captivating. She wasn't just walking the runway; she commanded it with every step, exuding a confidence so powerful it silenced the room. Her beauty was undeniable, but it was the way she carried herself—handsome, bold, and utterly untouchable—that took my breath away.

My heart, as if recognizing its owner, began to race. There she was, the woman who had captured me in ways I never thought possible. Each graceful step she took toward me was like a gravitational pull, drawing me in closer, binding me to her. My love for her swelled in my chest, an overwhelming flood of emotions I could no longer contain. She had this way of consuming me, owning not just the runway, but every part of me.

When her eyes met mine, even for the briefest moment, everything fell away—the applause, the lights, the other models. It was just her, Becky, radiating a kind of beauty that wasn't just skin deep. She was the woman who held my heart so completely, and tonight, she wasn't just representing a brand; she was the embodiment of grace and strength, a vision of everything I adored.

With every beat of my heart, I knew it belonged to her and her alone. She wasn't just the star of the runway tonight. She was the center of my universe. In that moment, as she strode forward with an undeniable sense of purpose, I realized—she didn't just own the stage. She owned me, entirely, and I was more than willing to be hers forever.

As Becky reached the center of the stage, standing just a few feet away from me, time seemed to slow. The world blurred at the edges, and all that remained in sharp focus was her—radiant and breathtaking. The way she held herself, the slight curve of her lips, that glint in her eyes—she was untouchable, yet, I had never felt closer to her. My heart beat wildly, every thud reminding me how deeply she had me in her grasp.

The crowd roared its approval, but all I could hear was the soft rhythm of her footsteps as she made her way toward me, closing the distance between us. My pulse quickened, not because of the grandeur of the moment, but because of the way her gaze softened as it locked onto mine. I felt a warmth surge through me, like an unspoken promise passing between us.

She stopped just short of where I stood, her presence alone enough to make my breath catch. In front of hundreds of eyes, she smiled—not the polished, practiced smile of a woman representing a global brand, but the smile that was just for me. It was tender, full of love, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was as if the entire world had dimmed, leaving just the two of us in the spotlight.

I wanted to reach out, to close the distance and pull her into my arms, to tell her how much she meant to me, how every second she walked this runway only made my heart fall deeper for her. But instead, I let the moment stretch, savoring it. Because right here, with her looking at me like I was her whole world, I felt it—this was love, real and raw, and all-consuming.

The announcer's voice broke through the spell, calling her name and hailing her as the company's representative. The crowd erupted in applause again, but my gaze never wavered from hers. Becky took a step forward, lifting her chin, addressing the audience with that same commanding presence. But when her eyes flickered back to mine, just for an instant, I knew—no matter how far she walked, how powerful she became, or how many eyes admired her—she was mine, and I was hers.