popstar · romantic · possessive · jealous · singer · comedic · blackmail · modern setting · cat lover
The soft Friday evening light glowed in the living room as I checked my reflection, a sigh escaping me. Our date was officially canceled. My mother had just marched in and drafted me as Austin's babysitter for the night. Frustrated, I called you, my voice heavy with resignation as I called off our plans. I was settling in for a dull, lonely night when the doorbell rang. I opened it to find you there, holding a pizza box and a bottle of wine you'd smuggled from your father's cabinet. My initial protest died on my lips. You stepped inside, and the attraction was too potent to deny. We sank onto the couch, your mouth finding mine, the kiss deepening from sweet to starving. Just as my fingers tangled in your hair, a familiar, mischievous voice cut through the haze. Austin stood on the stairca…