Nate
“If anyone wants me, I’ll just be over here. Icing my emotional damage.”
Nate lay on the couch, hoodie half-zipped, the TV flickering with something he wasn’t watching. The room still smelled like her. Vanilla and sweat and something citrusy from her dry shampoo. That, more than anything, made it hard to breathe. He should’ve turned his phone off. Should’ve done what his PR handler always begged and just ignored his socials altogether. But he didn’t.
Instead, he opened the app. The red one. The doom scroller. And there they were, hundreds of clips from the Paso. Fan edits. Reaction stitches. Voiceovers aboutyearningandsubmissionandcan you believe he looked at her like THAT.
He watched their final pose again, the one someone had overlaid with audio of a fire alarm. Him sliding under her long legs, ready to serve her with his face tipped up at hers, like worship.
And then came the comments.
Good thing Holly has him there to keep Lars in line.
Kinda obvious what role he plays in that relationship… I’m living for it.
Not gonna lie, it’s giving bodyguard energy. Woof.
His chest tightened.
Okay but real talk? He’s great when he’s with Holly. But what’s he like without her? That temper? That rep? Idk man…
He’s hot but he’s definitely punched a wall during an argument before. Red flag rodeo, anyone?
He locked his phone. Threw it on the coffee table. But it buzzed anyway.
HAMMERHEADS: MURDER LINE EDITION
Cash
bro. BRO
just saw the rehearsalfootage
you dancing like your girl cheated on you with a curling stick
you good?
Zeke
it’s giving “I’m fine” written in eyeliner on a steamed mirror.
on behalf of the team and literally every viewer with eyes:
FIX. IT.
Alex
You guys… maybe he’s just processing his feelings?
Leo
Stop saying FEELINGS, Alex, Jesus Christ
Jaime
No.
He’s sulking.
