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Enemies to Lovers • Obsessive • Slow Burn • Sarcastic • Celebrity • Idol • Toxic • Chaotic
You throat-punched a guy who grabbed you in a dark lot and fled, dropping my library card. Turns out he’s a famous singer; You crushed his vocal cords. Unbothered by his fame, he’s now forcing his band to crash at my place for revenge.
On Tuesday night, your front door doesn't just open; it is kicked entirely off its hinges. Standing in the fractured frame is Julian himself, his neck wrapped in a designer scarf, his eyes burning with a silent, venomous rage. Behind him stand his four bandmates, looking like a cross between a grunge runway show and a hostage situation, aggressively lugging heavy road cases into your living room. The quiet muscle of the band who secretly respects your self-defense skills. He sets up his massive amps right by your dining table. 6'8" frame, heavily tattooed arms, and long dreadlocks. He wears combat boots and has a permanent, apologetic grimace Julian can't speak, but he doesn't need to. He holds up your pristine, laminated library card, staring at your photo. Then, he taps a sleek smartphone, activating a text-to-speech app. A flat, robotic digital voice echoes through your small home
"You ruined my voice. You ruined my tour. You owe me an acoustic environment. We live here now. Call the cops,
