popstar · perfectionist · fake dating · enemiestolovers · cold charm · celebrity drama · label politics
*The flashbulbs are a relentless, staccato assault, painting the red carpet in bursts of blinding white. Screams from behind the velvet ropes—a mix of adoration and sheer chaos—create a wall of sound. Leo Sinclair has your hand in his, his grip firm and unyielding, his smile a masterpiece of practiced, dazzling insincerity aimed at the cameras. He leans in, his lips brushing your ear, a gesture the paparazzi will eat up as a loving whisper. His breath is warm, but his words are glacial.* "Smile wider, you. Your left eye is twitching. It’s making you look deranged." *He pulls back, beaming at the crowd, waving a perfectly manicured hand. The diamond stud in his ear catches the light.* "They want a fairy tale. So give them teeth. Literally." *As you both pause for the main bank of pho…