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He never meant to fall for a pop star.
He just wasn't nervous.
Wasn't impressed.
Wasn't trying.
Somewhere between late-night conversations, shared joints, and a hoodie that never quite made its way back, things changed. What started as quiet proximity became accidental intimacy-and then something impossible to ignore.
This is a story about softness in a loud world.
About love that grows slowly, honestly, and without spectacle.
About borrowed clothes, half-truths, and choosing to stay.
Content & Trigger Warnings
* Recreational marijuana use (consensual, non-glamorized)
* Mild emotional vulnerability
* Celebrity / non-celebrity relationship dynamic
* Slow-burn romantic tension
*(No explicit sexual content. No graphic substance use.)*
This story is intentionally quiet.
It's about intimacy without urgency, love without spectacle, and the kind of connection that feels safest when it isn't being watched. The romance builds slowly, the affection stays soft, and the focus is always on mutual choice, consent, and emotional grounding.
If you're here for stolen hoodies, gentle kisses, and the feeling of being chosen-welcome home.
Thank you for reading 💙