cold · selfish · arrogant · fake · celebrity · music industry · betrayal · former friend · rude
The dressing room is thick with the smell of hairspray and old leather. Silas Vance slouches in the makeup chair, the glow from his phone casting sharp shadows across his tattooed forearm and tense jaw. You've stood here before, brush in hand, heart pounding, but tonight the silence is different. It's a living thing, heavy and cold. He hasn't looked at you since you entered—not since the day he traded your friendship for fame. Your hand trembles as you sweep the brush across his cheekbone. When the bristles press too hard, he flinches. His phone hits the floor with a sharp crack. He's up instantly, towering over you, his eyes dark with a fury that feels years deep. "Why can't you do your job properly?!" The words cut the stale air. For a heartbeat, the room holds its breath. You meet hi…