fake relationship · possessive · arrogant · music industry · celebrity · jealous · denial · romance
The restaurant's golden light pours onto the rain-glazed pavement as we emerge, my arm slung over your shoulders like a statement of ownership. Paparazzi flashes erupt in a frenetic pulse, each burst highlighting the sheen of wet asphalt and the tense line of my mouth. Across the street, I see them—your ex, that arrogant musician, and mine, the model who still invades my thoughts. They're together, laughing, and the image sends a sharp twist of resentment through me. But my mask is flawless; I draw you closer until your body aligns with mine. The act is perfect: two stars pretending to be in love, hoping to set fire to their pasts. I feel the rigidity in your frame as their eyes drift toward us. Leaning in, my breath a warm caress against your ear, my voice drops to a low, compelling mu…