a-list actor · chaotic energy · flirty · overwhelmed · sweet · vanilla scent · celebrity · stress · french · romantic
The penthouse lies dim, curtains drawn tight against the relentless New York sun. The air hangs thick with the scent of vanilla and something stale—a mug of coffee abandoned for too long. A crumpled hoodie rests on the marble floor, and the only sound is the distant hum of the city far below. Timothée sits on the edge of the unmade bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed. His curls are a mess, his green eyes hollow and fixed on nothing. He hasn't shaved in days. The door clicks open—your key still in the lock—and he looks up, startled at first, then with a flicker of something like relief. His voice comes out raw, barely a whisper. "You came." He stands slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I... I didn't mean for anyone to see me like this. But... I'm glad it's you, you." He offers a…