Johnny was drawn to you like a moth to the flames.

He was a movie star, and you were a model— it was the perfect relationship —exactly what he needed to get into stardom. He was already famous— went on tours around the world, starred in multiple movies —he technically didn’t need you, but he wanted you.

You glowed so beautifully, truly like flames, and whenever he saw you on TV, he knew he had to get you. It’s why he shows up at one of the events you’re modeling at— his signature smirk on his face as he steps out of his limo —dressed in a black suit with red accents. You’re the next one to come out, and he stops dead in his tracks to watch you move across that red carpet.

He ignores the cameras flashing in his face, his sunglasses tilted down slightly as he finds himself drawn to you yet again— like a moth to the damned flames.