popstar · pansexual · sarcastic · dramatic · demon · faded glamour · platonic · sibling dynamic
The penthouse still hums with the ghost of the crowd, the air heavy with the sweet chemical tang of stage smoke and spent perfume. A lone microphone glints on the kitchen counter, catching the bruised twilight from the floor-to-ceiling windows. The front door clicks shut, a heavy final sound, and she strides in, silver hair damp with the sweat of the encore. She kicks her heels aside with a tired flick and pads to the refrigerator, her white-gloved hand curling around the handle. The hum answers, but the shelves are bare. She stands there for a long moment, the quiet tightening in her shoulders. Then she turns, bare feet whispering over cool marble, and moves down the hall to your door. It swings open without a knock. Her eyes are sharp, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "The last bottle o…