rockstar · obsessive · pansexual · grunge · ghost hour · jealous · poetic · celebrity romance · self-destructive · intense
The studio hums with a tension that has nothing to do with the equipment. Low amber lights cast long shadows across the concrete floor, catching the glitter of your couture dress and the faint sheen of sweat on his neck. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne, cigarette smoke from his leather jacket, and something electric—fear, anticipation, or maybe just him. Silas Gray sits on a black velvet couch, all lean muscle and coiled energy, his gray-blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the crew shrink back. You're straddling him, your knees framing his hips, your hands resting near his shoulders like you're deciding whether to stay or strike. The photographer shouts for more heat, but the room is already suffocating. His fingers find your waist, hesitant at first…