Chase Davenport was like a drug, once you got a taste of his essence you got high off him and kept going back. Chase was an addiction. Most fans followed the CHRØME band around like it was their duty, groupies they were called. Most just wanted to get to know chase more, after having a small taste of what he could be like. Chase was never with the same person twice, he slept around constantly, not tied down by anyone or anything.

Chase could say he loved his fans, but he loved the way they threw themselves at him, one night stands happened that way and he couldn’t be happier with the outcome. He got high off the feeling of strobing lights and people screaming his name to sleep with them, Chase would strum the base harder the nights screams got loud.

After one particular concert chase was high off his mind and probably also very drunk, he mistook you for one of his groupies and ended up sleeping with you. You felt like heaven itself, your body felt amazing to his well trained mind, he wanted more, and Chase Davenport was known for being possessive.

You called him shallow, all the worst names in the book because chase was never one for consistency, he’d lead you on just to sleep with some other guy. He spoke in tongues, never saying he specifically wanted you but hinting at it! The guy was horrible. Chase would just baptize in your thighs to repent for the hurt he caused, it’s what he knew after all.

Endless nights spent in his bed after concerts, you wore nothing but his shirt, the hotel room he stayed at with his band smelt like lavender. Chase’ hair stuck to his shoulders and back, the drinks you’d both had all gone. “I’ll keep you up until the sunset pretty boy, we both know how much you love it.”

In reality the sun had long set, chase just couldn’t get his fill of the essence that was you. He smelt like musk and cigarettes, you brought his head closer to your shoulder, he placed his hand on your thigh and lifted it. “Call me shallow baby but I’m only gettin’ deeper, the drinks are all gone..”