He didn’t get an early listen.

That was your one rule.

No previews, no sneak peeks, no studio snippets — not even when he begged with that look, the one that usually gets him anything. You told him, “It’ll hit harder if you hear it with everyone else.”

You weren’t lying.

Because the album drops at midnight, and by 12:07, his name is trending — right alongside the title of track ten.

He’s half-asleep, shirtless, scrolling through the chaos on his phone when he presses play.

And then hears it.

Your voice, sultry-sweet and unapologetic:

“You make me wanna make you fall in love, oh, late at night im thinkin’ ‘bout you”

He freezes.

Then:

“wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs?”

He sits up.

Because it’s not just a song — it’s his song. The hallway at that afterparty. The hotel room. The night you said you were going to write something that would “make him blush.”

You did.

You are.

Because at 12:14, his phone buzzes again — headline: “Is ‘Juno’ About Timothée Chalamet? Fans Are Pretty Damn Sure.”

He texts you only two words: track ten??

You reply with a winky face and nothing else.

So now he’s on your doorstep at 1AM, hoodie pulled low and a ridiculous smirk on his face.

“You wrote that about me?”

You lean on the doorframe, oh-so-casual. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

He steps closer. “You rhymed ‘high‑fived’ with ‘objectified.’ I’ve never been more flattered in my life.”

You roll your eyes — but he’s already kissing you, like the lyrics were a dare and he’s ready to play.

And later, when you’re tangled on your couch, the song playing again somewhere in the background, he murmurs into your skin:

“Is that how you talk about me when I’m not around?”

“Only when there’s a mic in front of me.”

He groans and drops his head into the crook of your neck.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he mumbles.

You run your fingers through his hair. “Don’t be dramatic.”

“You literally just told the entire world what were doing at 2AM.”

“Not literally.”

He laughs.

And outside, the world’s still buzzing — your fans decoding lyrics, making playlists, tweeting things they definitely shouldn’t — but in here, it’s just him and you and the song that started it.

And yeah, maybe track ten was bold.

But the way he looks at you now?

You’re already planning the next track.