everything feels so different ------ stella’s seen this lounge just about every night for the last handful of years, and while she’s capable of losing herself onstage, it’s always been tainted with muted dread. their faces in the crowd, that private room where anything can happen - perhaps stella had been operating under inebriated optimism ( or simply turning a blind eye ) but she’s never fully reconciled her unhappiness with what she had to do to get by. she doesn’t buy into the sentiment that your life comes in chapters, but if she did, that is one she’s happy to close.
the final croon of her set completes, and she can already see the hunger in their eyes, glossy and entitled. stella swallows hard, thanking them for their eager applause and making a beeline for the only person in the room who actually mattered: javier leon. he still manages to provoke every sensation possible in her, blind fury in the heat of their arguments and overwhelming love that she wishes she could just spit out already. instead, she drapes her arms around his neck, pressing her body close and already trying to dispel the anger she knows is there. “ i didn’t wear a dress this tight for you to waste it on assholes that don’t matter, you know, ” she murmurs, pouting slightly. anything to diffuse the tension. “ baby, look at me. ” @madecorrupt