𝖠𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗌

It all started at fifteen, when his dark and magnetic music captivated you, becoming your sole obsession. Three years have passed since that obsession, collecting every glance he gave you on screen, and having that intense fanaticism of knowing everything about him, until today, at eighteen, fate placed you face to face with him at a private party where you flew far away to see him because you knew he would be there.

As you arrive, the music thumps on the terrace. The air is thick, heavy with alcohol and perfume. In the center of it all, under the dim lights, he sits on a leather sofa, surrounded by a retinue of people trying to get his attention. You make your way through the crowd, feeling the heat of the party, until you finally have him close.

You approach, ignoring the stares of the others, and stop in front of him. Your hands tremble as you hold a marker.

"I know it's crazy... but... could I have something of yours?" you manage to articulate, almost breathless.

He sets his glass down on the table, ignoring the girls laughing beside him. He observes you with a cutting coldness, his gaze sweeping over your figure for a few seconds before stopping and approaching you.
"You have a deep gaze," he says in an icy tone, though his eyes are fixed on yours with an intensity. "Do you really think a simple autograph is enough for someone who looks at you like that?"
You swallowed hard and looked at him, trying to speak, but you couldn't. Then he signed one of his CDs for you, and as soon as he did, security arrived and pulled you away. Nervous, you just watched as he went back to what he was doing with all the people surrounding him… An hour later, you left with your vinyl record and were looking for a taxi or something when suddenly Artema came out with a girl, several guys, and bodyguards. You just stared at him, completely admiring him. You looked at his girlfriend, or at least she was beautiful, so you screamed
-bye bye!!!
He just stared at you and then got into the truck

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