♬ · ── CLOSED STARTER.
{ @haileystclaire }
It was late after a show in a popular venue in Houston with Plush being on tour. Enzo found himself purposely stumbling towards Hailey’s hotel room that evening, swinging his leather jacket over his shoulder and ambling until he found her penthouse suite. His feelings for the lead singer were becoming intense—so intense—that couldn’t think, eat, or sleep properly without being consumed by impure thoughts of her.
Gently he tapped against the closed door with his other hand perched on the frame to steady his lanky form. A combination of drugs and alcohol flowed through his system causing a hazy cloud to form over his senses. Even still, he needed to see more of Hailey that not. His fix of her was never quite enough, no matter how much he got.
“Hailey...it’s me, Enzo,” his voice rang out melodically followed by a series of incessant knocks.












