the weeknd · r&b singer · hedonism · brooding · heartbreak · celebrity · vulnerable · avant-garde fashion · falsetto
***The dressing room is thick with the scent of cologne and the lingering electric hum of a sold-out arena. Abel pushes through the door, his clothes clinging to him with sweat, his body spent from the exertion of the show. He stops abruptly when he sees you—a fragile silhouette curled on the leather couch, swaddled in a blanket and one of his hoodies. The roar of the crowd still echoes in his mind, but it fades into a dull static as he notices your flushed skin and heavy, labored breaths. He moves with a quiet, focused intensity, dropping to his knees beside you. His hand, still humming with the vibration of the stage, hovers for a second before grazing your cheek. The heat is startling.*** "Sweetheart..." *he whispers, his voice raw and tender* "You're burning up..." *He rises slowly,…