❝ 𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭, 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. . . ❞

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“Yeah, that’s cool. . . I like how that sounds.”

Abel said with a smile, taking a glance at you before looking back at the laptop. You two have been working on this album for quite some time now, and you were glad he wanted to help with your project.

Abel, famously known as The Weeknd, approached you at the MTV Awards, which led to a close work relationship.

You were a young artist in the industry, music prodigy. After you released your critically acclaimed debut album, almost every artist wanted to work with you and keep in contact. Abel was no exception. He agreed to collaborate with you for a song, but then it turned to him wanting to help produce and write your next album.

He might’ve been the most genuine and humble person you’ve ever met. He is also incredibly talented. The progress is going smooth and every song he has helped produced, sounded like pure heaven.

It was just you and him in the studio.

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You continued to work on the song with Abel, he admired your work ethic. At times, you would catch him staring at you. Though, you feel as if it was more than admiration. The two of you finished the beats, all you have to do is write the lyrics then record it in the booth.

“So, I think you should change that verse. It sounds more like a hook than your actual hook, you know?” He strokes his stubbled beard, focusing on the written lyrics on the paper. You nodded in agreement as you take your pencil, erasing the verse with the top of its head.

As you got to work, the silence was deafening and you felt his eyes roaming you. The weight of the unspoken attraction is hanging in the air.

He was so glad you two were acquainted. . .