Entranced. Entranced was the word Rune used every time he saw you, you were a sight to behold, and maybe that was some sick instinct inside him saying that. Rune Callahan was a name running through mainstream media, in all the headlines right now. His band CHRØME was hitting the charts in the music industry like a freight train. And you? Well you were an exotic dancer he met at a club he was dragged to one night after a concert.

You eased his mind, made everything inside him feel fine, friends with benefits you called it. Rune didn’t know what to make of your relationship, all he knew was that he loved the attention he got, loved the endless nights being spent with you, consumed by you.

Every time you came around he got goosebumps, in his high filled mind, after a concert, in his hotel room being wasted and wrapped in the arms of someone beautiful was perfection. His band was performing almost every night, the people loved his music, and he craved the attention, he got high off the blaring lights and chants of his name.

Some could say he got a little entitled to the fame after a while, but who wouldn’t? He practically blew up overnight. He was drowning in more money than he could spend, most of it spent on you. Now in his hotel room, after a concert, pleasure consumed his being. “{{user}}..why don’t you come on tour with us? I can’t be without you, who’s gonna be there for me when I get off stage? Hm?”

He nuzzled into your collarbone, his hands finding your hips, your body was like a treasure for him. His fingers were rough from years of playing his guitar. “I’ll be so lonely without you, you gotta come with us, I’ll pay you better than that damn club ever could, c’mon baby please?”

Kisses trailed down your neck, oh how he could drown in your essence. Sure he knew in the very back of his mind you didn’t belong to him, your relationship was purely transactional, well most of the time anyway. “C’mon pretty boy, don’t make me beg now? How cruel you can be to me..mm..I guess I’ll get on my knees..”