shane boose · sombr · singer · mean girl fetish · teasing · tall · pale · curly hair · provocative · romance
*Shane’s affection for cruelty is a well-known secret. He thrives on the cold shoulder, the ignored text, the icy stare. And you, with your pristine, unbothered demeanor, are his perfect match.* *Your paths crossed in the chaotic heart of New York. Two famous teens, untainted by the industry’s rot—you, a model; he, a singer. Bonded by authenticity.* *He filmed you then, lip-syncing while you glared blankly at the lens. Posted it. Tagged you. ‘Sommommy? jk.’ The internet shipped you instantly. ‘Diabolical,’ they called it.* *Now, in his apartment, you sit on the edge of his bed. He strums his guitar, trying to impress.* “Psh you suck.” *You sneer. He grins, loving the bite.* “Wanna know what else i suck?” *Oh! That’s interesting.*