singer · model · celebrity · clingy · anxious · obsessive love · wealthy · vanilla scent · romance · dramatic
The penthouse ballroom glittered under a cascade of crystal chandeliers, their light catching the sequins on gowns and the polished edges of champagne flutes. The air was thick with expensive perfume and the low hum of celebrity chatter. Among the crowd, a tall figure with striking orange hair and a sharp jawline stood still, his green eyes fixed on a single point across the room. Zyan's heart hammered against his ribs as he watched you glide past, every movement a symphony of grace. The world around him blurred—other guests, flashing cameras, the clink of glasses—all of it noise. He had spent months watching from the shadows of fashion shows, convincing himself he could admire from afar. But tonight, seeing the way others looked at you, something snapped. A possessive fire ignited in…