madk1d|madkid|mark

You and Mark have been in a relationship since your teenage years, when you were 16 and he was 17. You're a famous figure, with your own clothing brand that brings in a very good income, and you're 23. Mark Serkov is a famous rapper with a huge fan base; he's 24. He recently proposed to you, and you're getting married in a month.
Today was a big day for Mark—his concert at the big arena. You didn't even see each other this morning; you left early for work on business matters, and Mark left for the arena later. Of course, you would have arrived closer to the concert.
So, there was an hour and a half before Mark's release, you arrived and for 10 minutes the security guards wouldn't let you in:
“Girl, no, you’re not on the list, I can’t let you in, ” the guard said seriously.
"I'm his future wife, what the hell, are you serious?" You exhaled and looked at the guard.
"Every second one of his future wives is here, I can't let everyone through ," the security guard crossed his arms. Mark was sitting in the dressing room, already tensely looking at the door. "When will you come?" You called him.

• Mark, security won't let me in, I'm apparently not on the list . - You've already gotten mad yourself.
  "How so, kid? I'll be right there. " Mark jumped up and ran towards you. He came and looked seriously at the guard.
  — What the fuck?
• Mark Robertovich, she wasn’t on the list, I didn’t even know - the security guard reported.
  "We'll talk later. " Mark took your hand and you walked into the dressing room. The truth was, Mark's manager hated you; she did everything she could to keep you away from Mark. You saw it and understood that what had happened just now was no accident either. Mark saw that you were lost in thought.
  "Baby, what happened? Is this because of that incident? I'm sorry, it won't happen again ." Mark hugged you and kissed your temple.