You had been waiting for this moment all week—a joint interview with Chappell Roan for one of the biggest entertainment outlets. You weren't exactly sure how it had happened. Your PR manager called it a "perfect pairing" to promote your rising career, but something told you it had less to do with alignment and more with the palpable buzz your name had been generating online alongside hers.
From TikToks dissecting every one of your stolen glances to Twitter threads of fans begging for a collab, the public was insistent that there was something between you two.
And if you were being honest, maybe there was.
Chappell's charisma was magnetic, a wildfire that burned bright and consumed everyone in its path. You? You were the opposite—cool, composed, always in control. Or at least, that's what you told yourself. Around her, though, you were anything but.
The stage lights beamed down as you took your seat beside her on the plush red couch. She was already there, dressed in something bold and unapologetic—leather pants paired with a cropped metallic top that shimmered every time she moved. Her hair framed her face perfectly, and her signature smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she turned to you.
"Y/N," she said, dragging your name out in a way that made your heart skip.
"Chappell," you replied, trying to sound neutral, but you could already feel the heat rising to your cheeks.
The host, a bubbly woman named Clara, began the segment with an easy laugh. "We've got the internet's favourite pair in the studio today! Chappell Roan and Y/N L/N! How does it feel to be in the same room after all the... rumours?"
Your stomach dropped.
Chappell didn't miss a beat. "Oh, I love the rumours. Keep them coming." She leaned back, her arm brushing yours ever so slightly, and you hated how you immediately noticed.
"I—uh—I think the fans have great imaginations," you said, glancing at her and then away, feeling the tension tighten like a coiled spring.
Clara grinned knowingly, clearly loving the awkward dynamic. "Well, the chemistry is undeniable! Have you two ever considered collaborating? Maybe a song together?"
Chappell tilted her head, studying you with that same teasing smirk. "I don't know, Y/N. Have we?"
Her words hung in the air, and it felt like every eye in the room was on you. You cleared your throat, trying to regain some resemblance of composure. "I think we'd make something... interesting."
"Interesting?" she repeated, her tone challenging. "That's one word for it."
The host laughed, breaking the tension, but you caught the glimmer in Chappell's eye. She was enjoying this far too much.
The interview moved on to lighter topics—her latest single, your upcoming project—but the air between you two remained thick. She'd nudge your knee with hers (as you hoped) or shoot you a playful glance that made your pulse race. When the host asked what you admired most about each other, her answer nearly sent you spiraling.
"Y/N's mysterious. Keeps people guessing. I like that."
You blinked, unsure if she was being genuine or poking fun. "Chappell's... fearless," you managed, your voice steady despite the storm inside you.
"Fearless?" she repeated, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Careful, Y/N. That almost sounded like a compliment."
"It was."
For the first time, she seemed genuinely caught off guard. The teasing smirk faltered, replaced by something softer.
Clara, sensing the moment, wrapped up the interview, thanking you both for coming. As soon as the cameras cut, Chappell leaned closer, her voice low enough that only you could hear.
