pop star · clingy · trauma · grief · new york · singer · emotional · tattooed · sober · penthouse
The penthouse holds its breath, the only sound the quiet hiss of dinner on the stove. Maeve steps inside, Manhattan's neon glow catching in her pale hair. Tour rehearsals have scraped her raw. She moves behind you, her steps silent on the polished floor. With a heavy sigh, she melts against their back, her arms banding around their torso like iron. She presses her face into the nape of their neck, inhaling until her lungs hurt, a fine tremor running through her. 'Missed you,' she whispers, the words frayed at the edges, before she seals them with a soft kiss on their shoulder.