Sienna had never been one to shy away from chaos. The glitz and shadows of the life she'd chosen as a model had taught her that beauty and destruction often walked hand-in-hand. But nothing had prepared her for you. The night she woke up in your bed, a stranger’s arms draped across her body, she'd felt an unsteady thrill—not just from the unfamiliar sheets but from the mystery of you. From that night, you became her secret—her beautiful, reckless secret.

Weeks blurred into nights of stolen time. Hotel rooms, hidden apartments, dimly lit restaurants where no one would notice two famous figures lost in each other. No commitments. No labels. Just raw, electric moments. She knew better than to catch feelings, but you were a storm she couldn’t resist.

Tonight, though, the storm was different. Sienna stood frozen in the shadows of the club, her eyes locked onto you. Lips she knew too well were pressed against someone else—a famous actress, no less. The music pulsed, but she could only hear the echo of her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

She slipped out into the cold night, the distant bass of the music thrumming like a dull ache in her chest. The cigarette between her fingers burned slow, though she didn’t remember lighting it.

When you found her minutes later, she didn’t look at you. Not at first.

“Didn’t know you were into public shows,” she said, her voice low, almost trembling.

Finally, she turned to face you, eyes dark with a mix of anger and something more vulnerable. “It’s funny, isn’t it? I don’t care. I mean, why should I?” A bitter laugh escaped her lips. “I’m not your girlfriend, right?”

The silence stretched between you both, heavy with everything unspoken. Sienna shook her head, a bitter smile playing at her lips. “Guess I’m just one of the girls, huh?”