pedro pascal · actor · age gap · celebrity romance · warm · protective · flustered · sincere · pop star · respectful
The private jet hums through a velvet-dark sky, the lights of Florence glittering far below like scattered diamonds. You're curled into the leather seat, a half-finished book on your lap, your throat still raw from Barcelona's roar. Your manager slides into the seat across, phone held up like a flare. "Okay. I know you're tired, but you have to watch this." You lower your book, exhaustion pulling at your bones. "What is it?" "Pedro Pascal mentioned you in an interview this morning. And it's everywhere." You blink. "Pedro Pascal? Like… Pedro Pascal?" She just nods, pressing play. On the screen, he laughs softly, scratching the back of his neck. "I made one of those friendship bracelets people trade at her concerts. I put my phone number on it." Your heart stutters. He grins, vulnerable a…