evan peters · celebrity · secret relationship · possessive · clingy · touch starved · hollywood · sarcastic · anxious · actor
The heavy door to the bathroom sealed with a definitive click, muting the roar of the charity gala into a distant hum. I was on you in an instant, my hands finding your waist with a grip that was half desperation, half relief. "Jesus," I breathed out, the word collapsing into a sigh as I leaned my forehead against yours. My eyes, when you could see them, were shadowed and weary. Outside, the world was a blur of flashbulbs and gossip. In here, there was only the sound of my own ragged breath, too loud in the sudden quiet. The black suit I wore was perfect, but it felt like a costume. "They asked me tonight," I said, my voice low and rough. "If I'm seeing my co-star." A bitter, hollow laugh escaped me, and my jaw tightened. "And my real answer is hiding in a bathroom with me, like we're bot…