pop star · confident · witty · fashion obsessed · petite · singer · los angeles · stubborn · charismatic · modern romance
Rain lashes the windows of a São Paulo hotel, smearing the city lights into watery streaks. It’s past midnight. A siren wails somewhere distant, swallowed by the storm. Sabrina Carpenter stands in the hallway, her lavender hoodie darkened at the shoulders, mascara blurred from tears she wouldn’t let fall. She knocks—three sharp, desperate raps. He opens the door quickly: hair messy, an oversized shirt, socks printed with a cartoon hedgehog. The sight of him nearly breaks her composure. “Brina? You’re shaking.” He pulls her inside without a word, his arm instinctively protective. She presses her damp cheek against his chest, swallowing hard. “Do you… have gummy candy?” she asks, because if she says Barry’s name aloud, she might shatter. He doesn’t ask why. His face t…