INICIAR SESIÓN
The Spotlight
NEO’S POV
The crowd roared. Shouting my name on top of their voices. You would think the life of a pop star was all fun and games until you stood on stage exhausted, but still expected to perform. The stadium was packed and sold out. Everyone wanted to see the popular Neo who topped the charts and broke music records perform. And I gave them what they paid for. Until I locked eyes with someone in the crowd. He stood still, too still, watching, unmoving just watching me intently. A chill ran down my spine and my voice hitched. My band quickly covered me. That was part of a celebrity’s life that no one told you about. No mistakes were allowed. One mistake could cost you your entire lifetime. And I
was no exception. I ignored the eyes boring holes in my skin and continued doing what I was good at. Making my fans happy. The concert finally came to an end and I quickly stepped off the stage, sweat sticking to my skin, heart still hammering from the crowd’s roar. My assistants guided me through the crowd to the backstage area. I hearded towards the dressing room as I normally did after every concert while my assistants shoved towels and water bottles my way.
Closing the door behind me, I took a deep shaky breath, and plumped myself on the nearest chair available. After a while, I tossed my jacket on the couch and headed for the shower. I let the cold water slide down my shoulders, washing down the adrenaline from the stage. Turning the shower off, I stepped out, dried myself with a clean towel,
and put on some fresh clothes
. A pale pink note on the dresser caught my attention. Picking it up, I opened it. “You can’t run away from me”, boldly written on it. I turned it around, nothing on the back. It was probably from one of my fans. But why was it here?. I didn't hear the knock on the door until my manager was inside. And I was still holding the note, deep in thought
when she asked ,“What’s that? Are you okay?, You look like you just saw a ghost. “ I'm fine and it's ummm- nothing. Just a random note lying around. It’s probably from one of my obsessive fans. You know how they can be sometimes”.I crumpled the note and tossed it into the air but Vivian caught it right before it hit the ground.
She read it and looked up to me, lips pressed in a thin line, eyes unblinking. “ Neo, this is not just a note. Someone has been stalking you”. I chuckled while she continued to give me one of her stern looks. Vivian has always been too serious. “Relax ma’am, I'm fine. There’s nothing to worry about. Trust me”. I flashed her one of my signature irresistible smiles that always melted hearts and she sighed. Got her right there.”Fine, if you insist. I was thinking we should probably get you a bodyguard “. I erupted in a full-blown laugher, my chest heaving. “What am I, twelve?, I don’t need a babysitter Vivian. And you more than anyone know I don’t want anyone in my personal space. Hiring a bodyguard is out of the question. I can handle myself”.She didn’t argue further and so we ended the bodyguard conversation right there because Vivian knew how hard it was to convince me when I’ve already made up my mind on something.
I’ve always wanted my freedom and so it was suffocating when I didn’t have it. And right now all I wanted to do was to clear my mind and have a little fun time. The entertainer should also be entertained. My phone buzzed through my pocket, echoing in the empty room. “Hey bestieee”, my best friend Sasha’s voice sounded enthusiastic on the other end of the line as always. “How was the concert? Sorry, I couldn't come watch you perform as intended”, she continued. “It was good. Just the usual “, I answered. “ Just the usual?….. You’re Neo fucking Vales. There’s nothing usual about you. Have you been online?… Your videos are everywhere and I couldn’t be prouder”. She does this fake sob thing. My best friend has always been dramatic and I loved her. “ You wanna catch up later?..we can go have fun tonight. I've been stressed lately.” Sasha never rejected an invitation to party. She was the life of the party and so she agreed.
It was getting late. I had to go back to my hotel suite to prepare for the outing. The concert was in LA and I lived in New York so my crew and I had to stay in the hotel for the time being. As I sat in the passenger seat of the new model of Mercedes-Benz, the engine roared
into life and soon LA stretched out before me, a maze of palm trees lined up on the streets, bright lights, and towering billboards promising fame and fortune. I leaned my head against the window and memories of the day came flashing back. This was my first world tour and I wasn’t letting any stalker bastard ruin it for me. My fans practically begged me to go on this tour and I was going to make it memorable for them. They deserved that at least.
Soon, we arrived at the five-star hotel we booked, and I checked into my suite. I took a quick meal and found something casual to wear. Not standing out too much was the goal. I already knew the club we were meeting at so I booked an Uber and drove there alone. I know that sounds risky but God forbids a guy wants some freedom. I literally sneaked out of the hotel.
As I made my way to the entrance of the club, I pulled my hoodie over my head to prevent cameras from capturing me. People stared at me and I understood why because no one dressed like that to a club but I didn't think they recognized me. I quickly checked in and made my way to the VIP section. Glowing streaks of blue and pink sliced across the room and people got lost in the music. Swaying and moving their body to the rhythm.
“Neo”!
Sasha waved from a table across the bar, grinning. I pushed through, weaving through the crowd until I finally reached her. “ You made it”, she shouted through the blasting music while pulling my arm to give me a quick hug. I laughed and shook my head. “ Wouldn’t miss it for the world honey”. We grabbed drinks and talked about what we’ve been doing over the week. Sasha was a model and worked with a well-known modeling agency.
She soon pulled me to the dance floor. I'm not much of a dancer but I allowed myself to be swept by the music and soon we were spinning and laughing all over the place. I wished the night wouldn’t end and I got to stay in this moment forever but hey who was I kidding? .
By the time I got back to the hotel, I was a bit tipsy from all the alcohol. I staggered towards my suite, ready to punch in my password when I paused in front of the door, my eyes wide open, heart racing as I took in the scene. My room was open, the door left ajar.
Defensive MeasuresDANIEL’S POVFuck.I shouldn’t have snapped at her in front of him. Shouldn’t have let her see how much it twisted my gut to watch her drape herself over Neo like she still had every right.But the second her fingers curled around his arm, something in me cracked open again. Same way it cracked the day I let him corner me—only this time I’m the one who’s supposed to have control.Annabel Johnson is a problem. Always has been.I ran the check on her months ago and I still check it every few weeks like it might suddenly tell me something new. Something that would make Neo look at her the way he used to look at me for half a second before he walked out that day and never brought it up again.She was not here for him. She was here for what he represented, the money, the fame. And I hated that I was not allowed to say that out loud, not that he’d listen anyway.I pushed open the door to my room and stopped dead, my mind racing. I could still see the way he looked last n
I say Crawl, He CrawlsNEO“Babeee,” Anne kept knocking, the sound getting under my skin. I took a deep breath, then with a soft click, I opened the door. Anne immediately wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a hug that felt suffocating. I could feel eyes boring into the back of my head.“I missed you so much,” she said, attempting to kiss me, but I turned away, giving her my cheek instead.“You didn’t bother to call me.” She moved inside, eyes scanning the room before landing on Daniel, who was leaning against the wall with the perfect poker face.How did he do that? One minute he was expressive, the next completely unreadable.Anne’s eyebrows narrowed as she looked from me to him. “Hi, Daniel,” she waved, and he spared her only a quick glance and a tight nod.“I didn’t expect to see you here.” She placed her handbag on the couch like she belonged in the room. I internally rolled my eyes.“Daniel is staying here for a few weeks—security issues. Someone broke into the house,” I
Close Enough to TouchNEOBy the time the sun went down, I stood under the showerhead long after the hot water ran out, letting the cold needles bite my skin until I couldn’t feel anything else. Anything but the photo that still burned behind my eyes—me asleep, throat exposed, someone standing over me close enough to touch.He’d been in my home. In my space. Watching me like I was already his.I turned the water off finally, shivering, and grabbed a towel. Wrapped it tight around my waist like armor that wouldn’t do a damn thing.The door was still cracked exactly four inches. Daniel’s rule. I could see a sliver of the sitting area from here—the edge of the couch where he’d dropped his duffel, the low lamplight catching on the holstered gun he’d left on the table.He was out there. Six feet away. Listening.I dried off slowly, every movement feeling too loud. The rustle of the towel. The slap of my feet on the tile. I pulled on boxers and an old tour tee that hung loose on my shoulder
Moving InDANIELThe photo trembled in my hand, and I had to force my fingers still.Seven minutes. That’s all it had taken. I’d stepped onto the balcony to take Justin’s call about the partial plate, told Neo I’d be right back, and left him asleep on the couch. Seven goddamn minutes, and Derek Harlan had been inside the room. Close enough to count the freckles on Neo’s throat if he’d wanted to.I stared at the image until the edges burned into my retinas—Neo’s head tilted back, lips slightly parted, one arm dangling like he didn’t have a care in the world. Peaceful. Vulnerable. Mine to protect.I’d failed.The rage came hot and sudden, a red haze behind my eyes. My nostrils flared. I wanted to put my fist through the wall. Instead, I folded the photo once, twice, creasing it right across Derek’s handwritten note, and shoved it into my pocket like evidence I couldn’t bear to look at anymore.I left my room without a sound and started sweeping the penthouse.Every lock. Every window.
The EnvelopeDANIELI got back to the penthouse around four in the morning. Everything was dark and quiet. I checked the locks, the windows, the feeds. Habit. Then I stopped outside Neo’s door. It was open just a crack. I could hear him breathing, deep and steady. Safe. I stood there longer than I should have, then made myself walk away.I didn’t sleep much. Maybe two hours on the couch.When the light started coming through the windows, I got up and headed to the kitchen. The refrigerator was always stocked, so I pulled out eggs, bacon, and some vegetables. I tied on an apron, black, plain, nothing special, and started cooking. The sizzle of bacon filled the quiet. It felt normal. I needed that after last night.Neo came in around eight. He was rubbing sleep from his eyes, hair sticking up in every direction, wearing loose gray sweats and a faded band tee that hung off one shoulder. He stopped in the doorway when he saw me.“Morning,” I said, keeping my voice even.He blinked. “You’r
Bleeding LinesDANIELThe silence after the nickname stretched too long.Neo’s fingers tightened around the stem of the glass, knuckles going pale for half a second. I noticed everything about him when we were alone like this how his breathing changed, how the muscle in his jaw flexed when he was trying not to react.I’d spent months training myself not to catalog those details and failed spectacularly.He lifted the glass again, slower this time, and took a sip without breaking eye contact. A challenge. Or an invitation. With him, the line was razor-thin and I was bleeding on both sides of it.The memory of my hand on his knee in the car flashed hot behind my eyes, how easily he’d calmed under the touch, how wrong it had felt, and how right at the same time.I shifted my weight, folding my arms tighter across my chest like armor.Distance. Professionalism. Control.All of it was crumbling in real time while he stood three feet away, waiting for me to say something else stupid.The ai







