Last Night
The city was quiet, but he wasn't.
Peter lay flat on his back, eyes wide open, staring at the black ceiling like it might finally give him an answer. It didn't. The only thing that stared back was the mission text still burned into his head.
[Mission: Acquire membership at the OnlyCeleb Club.]
He exhaled slow, heavy. The system wanted it simple. Swipe a card, pay the fee, step inside their velvet walls. On paper, it made sense. The OnlyCeleb Club was the holy grail of exclusivity — politicians, moguls, actors, royals, every untouchable name whispered in LA sat there behind gold doors.
So why did the idea feel like chains around his throat?
On either side of him, warmth pressed close. Sarah's gentle breathing to his left, her hand resting soft against his chest. Emma curled to his right, auburn hair spilling across the pillow, one leg draped over his. Both slept peacefully, anchored to dreams while he drowned in wakefulness.
