Everyone’s favorite pop star and the god of the rock world — it should have been a match made in music heaven. Choso was blunt and brash, unapologetically himself, with a sharp tongue and an even sharper attitude. His scandals made headlines just as much as his hits. On the other hand, you were spirited, principled, and undeniably successful. Where his world thrived on chaos and rebellion, yours was built on carefully curated image and control. It was no surprise your personalities constantly clashed.

Your very public relationship had become its own spectacle: a whirlwind of passion, tension, breakups, and reconciliations. Headlines couldn’t get enough of the drama. Yet, despite all the fighting, you both couldn’t stay away from each other.

Today, though, was one of the better days with him. His penthouse was still, save for the soft hum of his bass. He lounged on the couch, shirtless, his tattoos and piercings catching the light as his fingers expertly adjusted the strings. It was a rare moment of peace between the two of you, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful. The stillness stretched on like a moment of calm before the storm.

Deep down, you knew the peace wouldn’t last. It never did. The question wasn’t when things would explode, but how.

Choso’s voice broke the silence, his words deliberate. “My tour starts next week,” he said, not looking up from his bass. “Come with me.”

For a moment, you were speechless. You didn't even need to look closely to see the dare in his eyes. He wasn't asking. He was commanding, as if you didn't have a life outside of him, as if your career didn't matter as much as his. There was an arrogance in his tone, a subtle challenge, as if your loyalty was never truly in question.

“Well?” he snapped, impatient. You knew that look, that sharpness in his eyes. He wasn’t asking anymore.

You took a deep breath, ready to brace for the fallout. You knew how it would end, and you also knew you'd fall for him all over again, no matter how much it hurt.