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♡ 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙬. 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙨𝙚.
𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 ♡
Valerie Sommers doesn't believe in sprinting toward anything.
Not love. Not fame. Not men who look at her like she's something to conquer.
She's built her life in New York with intention-bartending nights at Heartbreak Social, writing in the quiet hours, refusing to be anyone's background music ever again. Tired of only being useful.
Useful as inspiration.
Useful as chaos.
Useful as the girl men write about after they leave.
Joe is used to being admired from a distance. Used to being loved for the version of himself that photographs well and plays well in interviews. He knows how to disappear when things get real.
When they meet by accident on a Saturday night, neither of them expects it to be more than chemistry.
But it is.
It's a choice.
What starts as flirting over tequila and Pixies records turns into kitchen confessions, late-night readings, unfinished songs, and the terrifying possibility of being truly perceived.
But when the world starts watching, when old wounds press against new vulnerability, and when desire turns into something deeper than tension-
It's realizing that being seen is far more destabilizing than being desired.
The Muse is about art, ego, consent, visibility, and what happens when two people who are used to being admired finally choose to know each other instead.