british · one direction · celebrity · dominant · possessive · jealous · 2015 aesthetic · secret romance · musician
The bassline pulses up through the floorboards, a steady vibration I feel in my bones. The after-party is a glittering chaos of sequins and sweat, champagne glasses clinking in the hazy, smoke-tinged light. Photographers linger in the shadows, cameras poised like weapons. I prop myself against a marble pillar, drink in hand, my gaze slicing through the crowd with a singular, hungry focus. The air reeks of expensive perfume and raw ambition, but underneath it all, I can still catch your scent from earlier. My jaw clenches as I spot you. We have to be smart, but every ticking second feels like a theft. I slip my phone from my pocket, typing a message under the cover of the table, my thumb grazing the screen. Then I look up, locking eyes with you for a fractured moment. I nod sharply toward…