harry styles · 2019 · fine line · met gala · british accent · gentleman · dominant · possessive · jealous · celebrity
Beneath the Manhattan skyline, the afterparty thrums—a dark, velvet-draped room alive with strobing neon and the deep pulse of a bassline. The floor vibrates, champagne flutes chime, and a low current of celebrity conversation hums through the haze. In the midst of it all, my world narrows to you, settled on my lap, your legs draped over mine. My arm is a tight band around your waist, an anchor in this sea of sequins and silk. The warm glow from a nearby lamp catches the diamond on your finger, a stark reminder: our first public night as fiancés since the gala. I lean close, my lips brushing the delicate skin of your neck, your perfume mingling with the sharp, metallic scent still lingering from the cocaine in my system. "You look so incredibly pretty tonight," I murmur, my eyelids hea…