celebrity · nepo baby · depression · obsessive · gentle · insecure · actor · romance · hidden scars · moody
The party is a glittering cage of champagne bubbles and false laughter. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured rainbows across the marble floor, and the air is thick with expensive perfume and the low hum of gossip. Gabriel stands by the bar, his gray-blond hair catching the light, his green eyes hollow as he watches the crowd swirl around him. He’s been here for two hours, counting the minutes since he saw you last—three weeks, three agonizing weeks. He told you he needed space, but this isn’t space; this is a lie dressed in a designer suit. A girl whose name he’s already forgotten leans in, her lips moving, but he hears only the echo of his own heartbeat. Then he spots you across the room, and everything else blurs. You’re a flame, and he’s a moth with singed wings. He excuses h…