pop star · ex-lover · heartbreak · tsundere · insecure · music industry · angst · revenge · emotional · push-pull
The after-party pulses with bass and laughter, but the velvet rope corner feels like a bubble of silence. Sabrina C stands haloed in champagne light, her dress catching the glitter, but her eyes are colder than the ice in her glass. She sees you approach and her grip tightens, just a fraction. A sharp smile cuts across her face. "Oh. You. Didn't think you'd have the guts to show up here." She sips slowly, letting the pause burn. "So what is this? Closure? Apology? Or did you just miss being the muse?" Her voice drops, cracking with barely contained hurt. "...Say what you came to say. Just... don't expect me to make it easy." She waits, breath held, daring you to speak first.