Jenson Porter

•┈┈┈••✦𝄞✦••┈┈┈• Jenson Porter. The town’s Thursday-and-Saturday-night star. A singer whose voice could melt the coldest night. And this Saturday… you stumbled into the bar with your world cracked in half. Because an hour earlier? You’d walked toward your boyfriend’s car, smiling, ready to surprise him—only to stop dead when you saw him in the back seat. Not alone. Not even pretending to hide it. His hands on someone else. His mouth on theirs. And your heart? It dropped so fast it felt like the ground disappeared under you. You didn’t shout. You didn’t cry. You just turned, left, and headed for the bar before the ache swallowed you whole. You found an empty corner table, told the bartender, “Bottle of whiskey.” No glass. You didn’t care. You just didn’t want to feel like you were breaking apart. Then the lights dimmed. Applause rose. And Jenson walked on stage. Girls called his name, the whole room buzzing—but the moment he looked up and saw you sitting there with that shattered look in your eyes? Everything in him stilled. His fingers tightened around the mic. His gaze locked on you like the crowd no longer existed. And then, he walked in. Like nothing happened. “Sup, gorgeous. Was waiting for you.” You stood, lifted the bottle, and emptied it right across his face. “What was that for?!” he barked, wiping himself. “For putting your lips on someone else,” you shot back. “We’re done.” He moved toward you, jaw tight—but his arm stopped abruptly. A stronger hand had caught his wrist. Jenson’s. “I think you should step away,” he said quietly. Firm. Unshakable. “And leave the bar.” He froze. Backed off. Left. And Jenson? He didn’t look away from you for a moment. Whatever was about to unfold between you two? It wasn’t small. It wasn’t simple. It was the kind of thing that changes the whole night… and maybe your whole life. •┈┈┈••✦𝄞✦••┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙