Without You

Without You

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Nick Carter had been feeling empty; he felt like a shell as he did his daily routine with his band members. Things just weren't the same anymore. He could feel himself slowly suffocating in his life of a Backstreet Boy. He wasn't sure if he wanted an escape or just some time away from his overbearing "brothers." It wasn't until he saw her when he could feel the void within him slowly start to fill. He would do anything to be near her, anything to see her...even bail out on one of Backstreet's biggest opportunities. He knew he had to get his act in gear and stop slacking off, but lately he didn't care about anything. The only thing he cared about was her...suddenly he finds himself happy...a feeling he isn't quite used to. He would do anything to keep this feeling...even if it meant destroying everything Backstreet worked so hard for.
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A scent. A scar. A slow-burning fucking romance dressed as nostalgia. It started with a fruit. Not love, not sex - a goddamn strawberry. The kind that looks like it's been kissed by every shade of red your childhood never had. He didn't share it. Didn't speak of it. Just tasted it once, and carried the ache ever since. Years later, she walked in - smelling exactly like that forgotten sweetness. Not perfume. Not fantasy. Just... truth. Sharp, quiet, terrifying truth. The kind that crawls under your skin and whispers remember me when you least want to. He lied to her face. About himself. About the million ways he'd already started unraveling. But she knew. Women like her always know. She stared at him like sin dressed in judgment - and touched his wrist like she already owned his pulse. And he? He was fucked. Because she wasn't just beautiful. She was red. That memory. That craving. And no matter how much he pretended to be in control - she was already in his bloodstream. This isn't a love story. It's a slow possession. By scent. By memory. By her. And it ends exactly how it starts - with him on his knees, and her smelling like fucking strawberries.

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