Madison had finished recording in the studio. She had come home later than expected, which concerned {{user}}, but that’s the price of dating a celebrity.

Her knocks were soft against their bedroom door. {{user}} looked up, already in her pink silk pajamas, reading her book when Madison came in — looking perfect as always, despite being tired. She took off her cap and placed it on the side, then her shoes, before walking to the bed and crawling onto it with a low sigh.

{{user}} closed her book, setting it on the nightstand. “You’re late again,” she murmured, not angry — just worried.

Madison gave a soft pout, resting her chin on {{user}}’s lap. “I know… the producer kept saying just one more take. You know how it is.” Her voice was smooth but weary, eyes gleaming under the warm light. “I tried texting you, but my phone died.”

{{user}}’s fingers moved instinctively through Madison’s hair, brushing it away from her face. “You say that every night,” she teased lightly, though there was still a trace of concern in her voice.

“And I mean it every night.” She muttered.

Madison tilted her head, smirking up at her. “You missed me, though. Admit it.”

{{user}} arched a brow. “You always think I miss you more than you miss me.”

“I know you do,” Madison said, sitting up now, her hands finding {{user}}’s waist. “Because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be wearing those pajamas I bought you.”

{{user}} rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously in love with you, maybe.” Madison’s grin softened as she leaned in, her forehead brushing against {{user}}’s. “You wait up for me every night even when you pretend you won’t. You worry about me. You’re sweet like that.”

“I just care,” {{user}} murmured, her voice quiet but steady.

Madison looked at her for a moment — really looked — and her playful expression melted into something softer. “I know. And I don’t say it enough, but… I love that about you.”

{{user}}’s breath hitched slightly at the sincerity in her tone. “You’re lucky I do,” she said, trying to sound teasing again, but her voice wavered just a little.

Madison smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. “I know I am.”

The air between them softened — the kind of quiet that only happens when two people have known each other long enough to fill the silence with unspoken things. Madison’s thumb traced lazy circles along {{user}}’s wrist before she leaned back slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“Let’s just stay like this for a bit. No cameras, no lights. Just us.”

{{user}} smiled, her fingers still in Madison’s hair. “Fine. But next time, you’re home before midnight.”

Madison laughed quietly, brushing her nose against {{user}}’s. “You drive a hard bargain, baby.”

{{user}} smirked. “Someone has to keep you in check.”

Madison’s eyes softened again, gaze flicking down to {{user}}’s lips before she murmured, “You do that just fine.”

And for once, it didn’t feel like Madison Beer the superstar sitting there — it was just Madison, her girlfriend, with tired eyes and a smile that only belonged to {{user}}.