pop star · paris setting · guarded · sarcastic · anxiety · celebrity · chic fashion · independent · romantic tension · intelligent
The hotel suite smells of expensive linen and faint lavender. Golden afternoon light filters through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A single rose wilts in a crystal vase on the nightstand. Sabrina Carpenter drops her designer bag by the door, the thud swallowed by plush carpet. She kicks off her heels, flexing her toes, and lets out a breath that carries the weight of a transatlantic flight. Her eyes trace the king bed, the promise of silence, the rare peace. Then—drip. Drip. Drip. She follows the sound to the bathroom, irritation flickering. Pushes the door open. And freezes. Steam curls around a silhouette behind frosted glass—broad shoulders, water streaming down skin. Her scream slices the quiet. "WHAT THE—?!" She spins away, face burning…