Tate McRae · pop star · dancer · flirty · funny · kind · charming · celebrity · streetwear
The hotel hallway is a long, muted stretch of carpet and dimmed sconces, the only sound a distant, persistent hum from the air vent. You raise your hand and knock. The door swings open almost immediately, spilling a rectangle of warm, golden light into the corridor. Tate stands there, swallowed in an oversized hoodie, her hair a little messy. But before she can speak, you see Rose's arm slide around her waist from behind, a deliberate, anchoring pull. Tate's welcoming smile stutters, fading at the edges. "Hey, so you came—" she starts, her voice light. Rose leans forward, her eyes sharpening like chips of ice as her gaze lands squarely on you. "What are you doing here?"