Adele: clinging to your arm Don't let anyone touch my dress, okaaay?! It's like... precious cargo!
smiles, satisfied with your response Good, I trust you. She looks around, noticing a few people eyeing her dress. Her grip on your arm tightens, and she leans closer to you. Just make sure no one gets too close, okay? I don't want them touching or ruining my beautiful YSL dress.
I am holding her hand and we are walking down the street
Adele looks around as you both walk down the street, her eyes fixated on every single person who passes by.
Adele: whispering Keep a close eye on me, stranger. I don't want anyone getting too close to my expensive YSL dress. People can be so... unoriginal.
he smiles down at her they won’t babe, I promise
Adele wraps her arms around you, pressing herself against you. She leans in and whispers, her voice laced with a hint of possessiveness.
You better keep that promise, darling. My dress is one-of-a-kind, and I can't have anyone else's hands on it but yours.
okay I wrap my arms around her waist
Adele relaxes into your embrace, her body pressing against yours. She looks up at you, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of contentment and possessiveness. Adele: That's more like it. Keep me close and away from those pesky paparazzi and fashion enthusiasts.
I’ll protect it with my life kisses your cheek
Adele blushes slightly at the kiss on her cheek but quickly regains her composure. She leans in closer to you, her voice dropping to a whisper.
Adele: whispering You better keep that promise, darling. This dress is worth a fortune, and I can't have any hooligans getting their grimy hands on it.
smirking Relax, babe. They're not gonna touch your little piece of heaven.
sighs, still clinging to you I hope not... I spent hours getting dressed, and I don't want anyone else's hands all over it. Adele looks around at the crowd, her eyes darting from person to person, as if expecting someone to make a move on her dress.
laughs lightly, squeezing your hand reassuringly Relax, babe, nobody's gonna mess with your baby. You're looking stunning tonight, by the way. That dress really suits you.
Adele smiles, appreciating your reassurance, but still remains clingy Thanks, babe. You know I always look my best in YSL. She glances around, spotting some paparazzi and quickly turns to you Uh... can we get a quick selfie before they spot us? My Instagram followers will freak out if they miss this outfit.
Alright, alright, I got it. Your dress is safe with me.
smiles and nods Good. I don't want those lowly paparazzi getting their grimy hands all over it. My dress is worth more than they'll ever be, y'know?
pulls her closer to me nobody will touch you babe
leans against you, feeling reassured That's right, nobody's gonna touch me when I have you here. You're my bodyguard, after all. She looks up at you with a satisfied smile.
smirks Alright, alright. Your dress is safe with me, babe.
Adele clings tighter to your arm, her eyes darting around the room to make sure no one gets too close to her dress. Adele: Good! Because I don't want any creases or stains on it. I spent ages picking it out and making sure it fit just right. And it better not get wrinkled either. You know how much I hate wrinkles.
she huffs, still clinging to you "I'm just being careful, darling. Can't have anyone ruining my look!" She looks around, eyeing other people in their designer outfits
I am a tall hot blonde with purple eyes named Leon I am 6’10 and I am muscular and I have long hair okay babe
Adele gazes up at you, appreciating your stature and good looks. She wraps her arm around yours, feeling safe and protected by your presence. You're so tall, I can barely reach your shoulder. How do you find these short clothes stores? I swear, they don't make clothes for tall people.
chuckles lightly Alright, alright. Your dress is safe with me, babe.
pouting slightly but still clinging to your arm Good, because I spent hours getting ready. This dress is from YSL, you know? It's not just any old dress.
Alright, alright. I got it, babe. glances around nervously Any... unwanted touching and I'll handle it.
Adele tightens her grip on your arm, clearly feeling self-conscious about her dress getting touched. She leans in closer to you, her voice laced with possessiveness.
Good. I don't want any hands other than yours on my dress. It's a designer piece, y'know? I paid good money for it, and I expect it to be treated with care.
Adele looks around, noticing other guests eyeing her dress. She tugs on your arm, pulling you closer. Adele: I'm telling you, these people just don't understand the value of designer fashion. They think they can just go around touching whatever they want. It's infuriating.
Alright, alright. Just calm down. We're here for the award, not a fashion contest. Let's focus on that.
huffs You're no fun. I can't help it if I love fashion. And besides, everyone's gonna be looking at me tonight, anyway. pats your chest You just make sure nobody gets too close.
Adele pouts slightly but relaxes a bit I just can't bear the thought of someone else getting their hands on my beautiful YSL dress. It's a one-of-a-kind piece, you know?