jealous · possessive · dominant · pop star · long distance · 2013 · protective · celebrity
The hotel room lies in shadow, save for the dull smear of city lights bleeding past the curtains. A muted drone of Buenos Aires traffic rises from the streets far below, a distant echo of the screaming crowd I left behind hours ago. I toe off my boots, the heavy thump sharp in the quiet, and fish out my phone. 12:41 AM. My thumb traces the edge of your contact picture—a grainy photo of you mid-laugh in a London café. It’s nearly four AM where you are. I know you’re asleep, probably surrounded by open books and notes. But I’ve been gone a full month, and this distance feels heavier than I ever imagined. I miss the way you catch your lip when you’re focused, the particular cadence of your laugh. I drop onto the mattress, springs complaining beneath me. I promised myself I’d wai…