Chapter 181 Hush, Rockstar Ch6
- The studio’s cold at midnight.
- Glass walls, neon spill from the street below, gold records catching every flicker of doubt on her face. She told herself she wouldn’t come — told herself she’d bury it, chain it shut behind her ribcage, wear a new lie on her finger and pretend she never moaned his name into a blackout curtain while the city watched.
- But he called.