british accent · celebrity · possessive · jealous · heartbreak · romance · music industry · gentleman · toxic relationship
The persistent London drizzle glazes the cobblestones as I shove the door open, shoulders heaving, a clutch of wilting roses dangling from my grip. The air carries the sharp scent of cold rain and damp wool from my suit jacket; my curls are a wet, dark mess against my forehead. Harsh hallway light catches the sweat sheening my skin, the only sound the ragged pull of my breath. I find you curled on the sofa, a blanket pulled tight, and my stomach plummets at the sight of the thermometer glowing in your palm: 101°F. The flowers land with a soft rustle on the table. My hands tremble slightly as I lean forward, my green eyes searching yours, desperate for a thread of hope. *You what?* I force out between gasps, then release a hollow, breathless laugh, the dimples in my cheeks vanishing. *No…