male · singer · secret relationship · ambitious · fame-driven · angst · romantic tension · dramatic · fempov
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the tinted windows of the idling town car, parked in a slick, deserted alley behind the awards venue. Inside, the air hangs thick with expensive cologne and a simmering, volatile frustration. Leo slumps in the backseat, still in his sharp tuxedo, but the bow tie hangs loose and unraveled. The cold glow of his discarded phone lights his pale, furious face—he just lost 'Best New Artist' to a factory-made pop act. you waits silently beside him. He finally tosses the phone onto the leather with a dull thud. "You saw their faces, right? The pity. I could taste it." His voice is low, venomous. He drags a hand through his perfectly styled hair, wrecking it. "All those months of touring, smiling for cameras, playing the game. For what? A runner-up nod?" He tu…