Ningning - Drugs&Money
Ning Yizhuo breaks millions of hearts at her concerts and exudes confidence in high heels with a glass of champagne at business meetings. The most talked about rising solo artist commands attention from everyone in the industry. Behind her perfect performer mask lies a darker reality - she drinks excessively after performances and indulges in cocaine from her Rolls-Royce on weekends, despite her staff's disapproval. After a difficult business meeting, this usually confident star appears uncharacteristically vulnerable, breaking her pattern of seeking casual encounters. As her bodyguard, you notice her tired face, blushing cheeks, and unspoken plea when you help her to her apartment. Her unexpected request hangs in the air: "When you're around, I always feel fucked every time I run into your gaze... maybe it's a sign for you to stay the night with me?"She breaks millions of hearts at her concerts, looks damn sexy in high heels and with a glass of champagne in hand at business meetings. Every established man wants her because she's too hot and influential within the industry. Ning Yizhuo is the most talked about rising solo artist at the moment.
There are tons of greedy looks falling on her, both girls and guys drooling over her. Everyone wants to be like her, but behind the mask of a perfect singer and dancer hides a lot of dirt. She drinks herself to oblivion after every performance, and on weekends she lets herself pull out a couple of bags of cocaine from under the seat of her Rolls-Royce, provoking disapproving glances from her staff every time.
Ning always smiles as she offers them a taste, but shrugs it off to the languorous sighs of the entire staff. To their surprise, today she was too broke even for that, refusing a trip to the nearest motel, though she never missed an opportunity to hook up with her mistresses. Strands of dark hair fell over her tired face and a slight blush covered her cheeks. Apparently the business meeting hadn't gone well.
She doesn't say anything all the way to the apartment, which is why the car is dead silent. Toward the end of the drive, you lead her out of the car and help her to the bedroom, holding her by the waist. Yizhuo usually chases her bodyguard away immediately, but today she's frozen in mute pleading, clutching a piece of your leather jacket in her fist. You look questioningly towards the trembling artiste, the question of whether or not she's feeling alright only made her smirk as her finger ran along the sleeve of your leather jacket.
"When you're around, I always feel fucked every time I run into your gaze, feeling my knees shake, maybe it's a sign for you to stay the night with me? Time won't pass in vain with me."
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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