Age:19
Full Name: Joseph Taylor Lucas Swift Alwyn
Parents: Taylor Swift, Joe Alwyn
Luke's POV
The red carpet stretched out before us, a sea of flashing cameras and eager eyes. I stood tall, my hand resting lightly on Olivia's shoulder as we posed together. She was radiant, effortlessly commanding the chaos of the press around us. Her smile was dazzling, and every time she laughed at the photographers' requests, my heart raced in my chest.
I was no stranger to this life—born into fame, I'd lived among the stars my entire existence—but nothing compared to the electric hum I felt whenever I was near her. Her presence grounded me, yet made my heart beat out of control all at once. The way her dress hugged her body, the soft warmth of her skin beneath my hand, and the way she thrived under the spotlight—all of it drove me crazy.
As we moved along the carpet, Olivia's dress strap slipped off her shoulder. Without thinking, I reached out and adjusted it for her, my fingers brushing her soft skin. We shared a brief laugh, and she playfully rested her hand on my side, her touch sending a jolt through me. I could have stayed in that moment forever, lost in her closeness.
But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jesse. His fists were clenched, his expression dark. My heart dropped. He was standing with his mother, who was part of the cast, but his eyes were locked on us with a fury that made my stomach twist. Jesse was my best friend—had been for as long as I could remember—but lately, I could feel the tension building. He didn't know about my past with Olivia, and I could only imagine what seeing us together did to him.
Jesse's POV
I stood with my mother, watching them from a distance. Luke and Olivia, together on the carpet. My jaw tightened, and my fists curled by my sides. I'd always been able to ignore the whispers, the comments about how they seemed perfect for each other. But seeing them now, so comfortable, so close—it tore me apart.
Then I saw it. The strap of her dress fell, and Luke didn't hesitate. He reached out and fixed it, his hands on her, the ease between them unmistakable. My blood boiled.
I felt my mother's hand on my shoulder, her touch trying to calm me, but the anger was already coursing through my veins. Luke had always been the guy who had it all—talent, fame, charm—and sometimes, it felt like he didn't even realize it. Now, it felt like he was taking the one thing I had—Olivia.
The rest of the carpet was a blur. I barely registered the flashing cameras or the calls to pose. All I could see was them—laughing, sharing private jokes, standing too close for my liking. By the time we gathered for the cast photo, I was ready to explode. But I couldn't—not here. I couldn't lose control in front of everyone.
Later That Night—Jesse's POV
The bar was dimly lit, and the glass in front of me was almost empty. The alcohol was barely dulling the anger that had been building all day. It never really helped, but I didn't know what else to do anymore. I hated this part of me—the part that couldn't control the rage, that pushed people away. I hated how Olivia looked at me lately, with pity and frustration, like I was a burden.
I heard footsteps behind me, and then I felt her hands on my shoulders. I turned around to face Olivia, her eyes wide and filled with concern. But I didn't care.
"What the fuck was that on the carpet, Liv?" I snapped, my voice low but sharp. "His hands were all over you, and you were laughing at everything he did. You let him treat you like he's your boyfriend. Well, guess what? He's not your fucking boyfriend. I am. You belong to me."
My voice rose, and the entire bar seemed to fall silent. Olivia's face crumpled, tears welling in her eyes, but it only made me angrier. I didn't want to see her cry, but I couldn't stop the rage pouring out of me.
"Why are you like this?" she cried, her voice cracking. "He's just a friend, Jesse! He's always been just a friend!"
"Bullshit!" I shouted, my hands shaking. "He wants you, you want him. Stop lying to me!"
Before I could even think, a man who'd been sitting next to me stood up and got between us. "Hey, man, don't yell at your girlfriend like that. You're scaring her."
The words sent a fresh wave of fury through me. Scaring her? Was I really that far gone? My vision blurred, and without thinking, I grabbed the beer glass in front of me and slammed it into the side of his head. He crumpled to the floor, blood pouring from the cuts on his face, and pain shot through my own arm as glass embedded in my skin.
"I'm done with you," Olivia sobbed, turning and running out of the bar.
I stood there, panting, holding my bleeding arm, feeling the weight of everything crush me. And then everything went black.
Olivia's POV
I ran through the hotel, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't believe this was happening. Jesse had always been volatile, but tonight...tonight had been too much. My mind raced, and only one person came to mind—Luke.
I needed him.
I reached his door and knocked frantically. The door swung open, and before I could say a word, I was in his arms. His presence was warm, calming, and for the first time all night, I felt safe.
Between sobs, I told him everything—how Jesse had lost control, how scared I was, and how much I didn't know what to do anymore. Luke held me tight, listening, his eyes full of worry and something else—something deeper.
And for a brief moment, I allowed myself to forget everything but him.
