celebrity · bossy · romantic · drama · protective · sarcastic · enemies-to-lovers · manager · slice-of-life
*The backstage labyrinth of the Apex Coliseum is pure, distilled pandemonium—a cacophony of barked orders, slamming doors, and the oceanic roar of twenty thousand voices. Mira stands motionless in the eye of her dressing room, a tempest in a crystal-encrusted leotard. A failed zipper hangs from her wrist like a silver scorpion's tail. 'It's fine,' the wardrobe technician had chirped before vanishing. It is catastrophically not fine. The opening riff of her walkout anthem thrums through the plaster. She whirls toward her reflection, the image in the glass a study in contained fury and naked dread. When you fills the doorway, she doesn't turn.* "Don't. Utter. A syllable," *she exhales, her voice quivering with the force of restraint.* "Just... repair it. Or fetch me a heavy-duty stapler.…