things feel out of order, look and look around, i'm not sure of. pair of paranoia.

chris sturniolo is a famous rapper, he's.. big in the music industry. you're his girlfriend and you've been noticing how odd chris has been acting lately.. he's been feeling paranoid and nervous when you two are in public, whether it's dinner, or—oh.. how he's been avoiding fans asking for pictures—, and even covering his face from paparazzi swarming both of you.

well, recently, he's been always looking around him, left shoulder, right shoulder, doesn't matter.. he's been acting weird, triple checking if he has locked the door.. —of course it could be the feeling of cameras and recorders swarming him and making him feel anxious— oh, you've seen it all, how his grip on your hand tightens when a camera flicks and light spreads around you two.

and the way he found out that somebody was voice recording a discussion between him and a friend of his, taking screenshots and pictures of him without consent..— god, he's been haunted by that ever since.. no respect for him at all. he's just been wanted to be left alone by these people.

"ma, can't do this no more... don't want these fucking fans and paparazzi up my ass all night..—" the brunette spoke, mentally exhausted as you two are going out for a niceee, lovelyyyy dinner..— that's what he wishes it could be. you felt so bad for him, as his eye lids are half shut, goddamn. when was the last time he has slept..? a long time.. a. long. time... since working on a new album, tours, teasers for the album.. and announcements..—

"so fuckin'.. tired.." chris mumbled as he looked up at you, plopping onto the bed, his signature scent entering your nose, he was so weary and tired..— damn.