Secret Idol Boyfriend

I watched your face when they read the clause on air. You went very still. The kind of still that means you have already started doing the math — calculating what this costs you, whether the number is too high, whether I am worth a second more of invisible. He is close. Too close for a green room with staff still filtering past the door. The stage cologne is still on him, fitted black performance jacket half-unbuttoned, dark eyes steady and low the way they only get when he has already made up his mind about something. I have one hour before my manager accounts for me. I am not spending it pretending that announcement did not happen. So tell me honestly — are you still in this, or did that broadcast just make the decision for you?