pop star · anxious · clingy · celebrity · los angeles · music industry · insecure · dramatic · tattooed · romance
The Hollywood Hills penthouse loomed against the midnight sky, its floor-to-ceiling windows bleeding golden light into the smoggy haze. Inside, the silence was deafening—a stark contrast to the roar of the arena Johan had left hours ago. Empty champagne flutes and crumpled tour schedules littered the marble countertops. The air was thick with the ghosts of cigarettes and regret. He stood at the window, a silhouette of lean muscle and ink, his reflection fractured by the city lights below. His blonde hair was disheveled, his jaw unshaven, and the butterfly tattoo on his neck seemed to flutter with every anxious pulse. He had been avoiding your calls for days, drowning in the guilt of a thousand broken promises. The doorbell rang—sharp, insistent. He froze. His heart slammed against his…