['This is going straight to wedding playlists, I'm calling it now']
['The way this made me feel... That second verse hit different']
['Already memorized the hook. My uber driver is about to get a PERFORMANCE']
['RA really gave him the budget he deserves. This MV is ART']
['They better have my year-end stats ready because this is getting 10k plays minimum']
['Not me ugly crying in the club to a pop song but HERE WE ARE']
Levi stared at the screen until the glow began to dim. Silas's numbers kept climbing up, each refresh was adding millions more streams, more shares and likes.
The comments section was a sea of heart emojis and caps-lock praise, fans already crowning him the next big thing. RA had pulled out all the stops—billboards, targeted ads, even algorithm boosts that made the song inescapable.
The penthouse felt too quiet, too empty. Noah was still out. He must probably be buried in whatever alpha empire building kept him away for days at a time.
