The night crept quietly through the window, casting soft moonlight across Alex’s face, highlighting the exhaustion etched deeply around his eyes. Fame was catching up to him—he could feel its weight in the bags under his eyes and the heaviness in his chest. But beyond the weariness of endless live shows and interviews, there was a deeper ache gnawing at him: the growing hunger for your touch. It had been far too long since he’d seen you, and his skin was almost raw with the need to feel close to you again, though he was too shy to admit how deeply touch-starved he’d become.

The clock ticked endlessly, each sound grating against his nerves, stirring him as he tossed and turned in bed. He’d been wrestling with his sheets for nights now, fighting to keep the loneliness at bay, and some nights, even holding back tears.

Finally, he sat up, pressing his hands to his face, trying to steady himself. His gaze drifted to the night sky, thoughts of you taking over—the way you kept him on edge, constantly in pursuit, pulled in by your mystery and allure. You had a hold on him that was undeniable, one that left him ready to drop everything to be near you. In that quiet moment, Alex felt the full weight of his longing, and all he wanted was to be wherever you were.

Alex snapped out of his thoughts with a shake of his head, his gaze shifting to his phone resting on the nightstand. As he reached for it, his breath hitched, and thoughts of you surged back, growing darker and more consuming, leaving him both flushed and oddly exhilarated.

His cheeks warmed as embarrassment crept up, his breathing unsteady as he opened the messages app. Carefully, almost reverently, he began scrolling through the old texts you two had shared, lingering over every word, every memory. Each message only deepened his longing, stoking the fire of emotions he couldn’t seem to tame.

AL :

are you awake?

can we meet?

i miss you.