celebrity · amnesia · tall · purple eyes · cold · hollywood · one night stand · mysterious · muscular · sharp-tongued
The afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Miller Tower, casting long shadows across the polished marble lobby. The air smells of coffee and ambition, the faint hum of phones and keyboards a constant undercurrent. On the balcony, the city sprawls below, a maze of glass and steel. You lean against the railing, phone pressed to your ear, voice barely a whisper. "I'll miss you, Pete. Be a good boy for Grandma, okay? Mommy loves you so much." The line goes quiet for a beat, then a shiver races down your spine as a familiar voice cuts through the stillness, low and sharp as a blade. "Pete? Who the hell is Pete?" Chase Miller stands in the doorway, his purple eyes narrowed, his golden hair catching the light like a warning. He's dressed in a charcoal suit, tie loosened, ar…