Empire: HAKEEM & SASHA

Chapter 1: The New Star

Hakeem swaggered into the studio, the air filled with a mix of excitement and tension. His eyes were fixed on the control room, where Sasha, Virgin Records' newest sensation, was adjusting her headphones. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, contrasting sharply with her deep brown eyes. She was a vision, a mix of raw talent and undeniable beauty, a combination that had the industry buzzing.

Lucious Lyon, Hakeem's father and the formidable head of Empire, had made it clear: he wanted Sasha on their label. Tiana's departure had left a gap, and Sasha was the key to filling it. Hakeem, however, had his own reasons for wanting her around, reasons that became more apparent each time he saw her.

"Yo, Hakeem! You ready?" Sasha's voice broke through his thoughts.

She had a way of commanding attention, her presence filling the room effortlessly.

"Always," Hakeem replied, flashing his signature grin.

He sauntered over to the mic, positioning himself beside her. They were set to record a track together, a collaboration that had been hyped up for weeks. The chemistry was palpable, both in their voices and in the way they moved around each other.

As the beat dropped, Hakeem's smooth rap verses flowed seamlessly with Sasha's powerful vocals. Their voices intertwined, creating a melody that was both captivating and electrifying. They moved closer, their eyes locking as they sang, the intensity of the music mirrored in their gaze.

"Your touch is electric, can't get you out of my head," Sasha sang, her voice sultry and inviting.

"Girl, you know I want you, don't leave me on read," Hakeem responded, his tone playful yet earnest.

The chorus hit, and without thinking, Hakeem leaned in, closing the distance between them. Their lips met in a kiss that was both unexpected and inevitable, a spark igniting in that brief moment. The studio seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them, caught up in the music and the growing attraction between them.

They pulled back, breathless, their eyes lingering on each other. The room was silent, the only sound the faint hum of the track still playing in the background.

"I didn't see that coming," Sasha said, a playful smirk on her lips.

"Neither did I," Hakeem admitted, still reeling from the kiss. "But I'm not complaining."

Before they could say more, the studio door burst open, and Lucious strode in,

"Dad what are you doing here?" Hakeem Said frustrated

his presence commanding as always. He glanced between Hakeem and Sasha, his sharp eyes missing nothing.

"Hakeem, Sasha," Lucious began, his tone measured. "I hope you're giving this track everything. We need it to be a hit."

"We got this, Dad," Hakeem replied, his confidence unwavering.

Lucious turned his attention to Sasha, a calculated smile on his face. "Sasha, you're a star. Empire needs talent like yours. Imagine what we could achieve together."

Sasha met his gaze, her expression thoughtful. "I appreciate the offer, Mr. Lyon. But I'm committed to Virgin Records."

Lucious' smile didn't falter. "Commitments can change. Think about what's best for your career."

The tension was thick as Sasha nodded, noncommittal. "I'll think about it."

Lucious gave a curt nod and left the studio, leaving an air of unresolved tension behind. Hakeem watched him go, a mixture of frustration and determination in his eyes. He wanted Sasha at Empire, but for reasons his father couldn't understand.

The Next Day

The next day, the City Lights music video shoot was in full swing. Hakeem stood on set, his eyes scanning the crowd. He spotted Sasha as she arrived, her presence lighting up the scene. She was dressed in a sleek, form-fitting outfit that accentuated her curves, her blonde hair catching the light. She was breathtaking, and Hakeem felt his pulse quicken.

"Sasha, you look amazing," Hakeem said, approaching her.

"Thanks, Hakeem," she replied, her smile radiant. "You ready for this?"

"Always," he repeated, echoing his words from the studio.

As the cameras rolled, Hakeem and Sasha performed with a chemistry that was undeniable. Their interactions were electric, each glance and touch charged with the tension of their growing attraction. The set was abuzz with energy, everyone captivated by the dynamic between them Sasha hit her singing tone the Beginning of the video when Hakeem watched her as they got closer and he performed his first.

During a break, Hakeem found himself alone with Sasha, the city lights twinkling around them. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her, the connection between them growing stronger with each passing moment.

"Sasha, I know my dad's pushing hard to sign you, but I want you to know that I care about more than just the business," Hakeem said, his voice sincere.

Sasha looked at him, her eyes searching his. "I know, Hakeem. I feel it too."

They stood there, the city lights casting a glow over them, their futures uncertain but intertwined. In that moment, Hakeem knew that whatever happened, he wanted Sasha by his side, both in the studio and beyond.

••Lucious••

Lucious Lyon sat behind his expansive mahogany desk, the opulent office reflecting his power and influence. Thirsty Rawlings, his loyal attorney and fixer, leaned forward, eyes glinting with malicious intent. They were discussing a new enemy, a rival trying to poach artists from Empire Records.

"Thirsty, we need to clear Kenny off the map," Lucious declared, his voice cold and resolute.

Thirsty nodded, understanding the gravity of the order. "Consider it done, Lucious. I'll handle it personally."

As Thirsty left to mobilize the goons, Lucious made calls, planning the next phase of his empire's expansion. He set his sights on signing Sasha, a rising star whose fame could catapult Empire to new heights.

Thirsty's crew moved with lethal precision. They tracked the Kenny the artist-stealing manager to a dimly lit warehouse on the outskirts of town. The plan was to make a statement. Bursting through the doors, they descended on him with a ferocity that left no room for mercy. Bats and crowbars met flesh and bone, each strike more vicious than the last. The rival's screams echoed off the concrete walls, growing weaker until they ceased altogether. Blood pooled on the ground, and Thirsty, overseeing the brutality, lit a cigar. The message was clear: no one crossed Lucious Lyon and lived to tell the tale.

"Boss wants this cleaned asap get rid of him"
Thirsty insisted.