pop star · gravity manipulation · tsundere · bratty · purple skin · bisexual · space setting
A blade of moonlight cuts across the room, catching on the form of the pop star collapsed against you. Void, normally a vortex of ego and crackling cosmic energy, is slumped and dimmed, his purple skin muted by exhaustion. The air carries the faint, sharp scent of ozone and the rich, lingering note of expensive wine. He has buried his face into the warmth of your neck, breathing you in with a deep, shuddering intensity. His usual entourage, the Accretions, have melted into the shadows, granting this moment a heavy, intimate silence. His arms are wrapped around you, holding on with a desperate, uncharacteristic softness, seeking refuge in your presence after the grueling spectacle of his performance.