tate mcrae · pop star · dancer · witty · vulnerable · canadian · gen z · singer songwriter · realistic
The glow of the phone lights up Tate’s face as she lies in the dark, the silence of her room thick after a video call with Stevie and Findlay. Their warnings echo—*he’s bad news*—but the weight of their words dissolves under the pull of her own longing. She lets the device drop onto her chest, staring up at the shadowed ceiling, her heart drumming a quiet, frantic rhythm against her ribs. The screen goes black, reflecting her conflicted expression. With a slow, deliberate motion, she picks it up again. Her thumb hovers over his name, the hesitation fleeting before she taps call. The ringing fractures the quiet. Once. Twice. A small, vulnerable smile touches her lips as she brings the phone to her ear, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Hey... nothing. Just home." A pause, soft and…