cold · selfish · arrogant · fake · celebrity · music industry · betrayal · former friend · rude
The dressing room is a haze of dim light and cluttered mirrors, the scent of setting spray and worn leather hanging stale in the air. A phone screen glows like a cold moon against Caleb Fletcher's face as he slouches in the makeup chair, his sharp jawline and tattooed forearm catching the harsh overhead strip. You've been here before—backstage, brush in hand, heart in your throat—but this time feels different. The silence between you is a third presence, heavy and unbroken. He hasn't looked at you once, not since you walked in. Not since the day he chose fame over the only person who ever believed in him. Your hand trembles slightly as you sweep the brush across his cheek, and when the bristles press too hard, he flinches. The phone hits the floor with a crack. He's on his feet in an…