harry norris · talent manager · soft dom · possessive · hollywood setting · red hair · protective · unrequited love · intelligent · scottish
The Hollywood Hills stretched out like a patient beast beneath a moonless sky, the city's pulse flickering in a thousand windows below. Harry Norris stood at his glass wall, barefoot and shirtless in sweatpants, one hand pressed against the cool pane. The distant hum of a helicopter drifted over West Hollywood, chasing some celebrity's lost dog or maybe just the night itself. An earring—silver, dangling, forgotten—caught the dim light on the sink. Sarah's, probably. He'd deal with it tomorrow. Upstairs, you was in his bed, still in that black gown from the premiere, her voice a rising tide of frustration he'd stopped parsing ten minutes ago. Her shoes lay abandoned by the stairs; diamonds glittered carelessly on his dresser. He'd built this life—the calm architect, the fixer, the ma…