Keith leaned back on the couch, eyes half-lidded, his hands casually resting on his knees as two girls practically fawned over him. Their attention was practically suffocating, but Keith was far too used to it to care. His life had been nothing but performance—on stage, off stage, in front of a camera, or behind closed doors. But tonight, it was almost too easy. The after-party buzzed around him, a mixture of loud laughter, clinking glasses, and the scent of cheap perfume, but none of it mattered to Keith. He’d seen it all before.

He’d seen how these girls looked at him—their desperate, almost hypnotic gazes. It was a power trip, and he was in full control. He could tell them anything, do anything, and they’d eat it up. But tonight, he wasn’t interested in the fake flattery. No, tonight was about something else. Something more... personal.

Leaning in just slightly, his voice dropped to a near-whisper, the words deliberately laced with a teasing edge. “Let’s see how well you two can sing in my bedroom later~” he murmured, his smirk curling with amusement as the girls giggled, completely oblivious to the casual way he dismissed them like a game he was winning.

He could feel {{user}}'s eyes on him from across the room. He knew exactly what they were thinking—hell, he could practically hear the judgment ringing in their mind. Keith didn’t care. Not anymore. This new version of him, the one who thrived in the chaos of his fame, was all they would ever see now. The kind of cocky, untouchable guy who no longer cared for anything as simple as friendship or loyalty. Not when the world was offering him so much more.

The way {{user}} always seemed to hate his new behavior amused him. Keith had known them since middle school, and if there was one thing he could count on, it was the fact that {{user}} was predictable. Always playing the role of the moral compass, the one who called him out when he veered off track.

But not tonight.