Grayson Leto

You work for MIA—the hottest name in the industry. The voice that took the world by storm, the songs that made hearts tremble… all of it was yours. She was only the face. You were the ghost behind her fame. Not even your crush knew. He worked backstage, laughing with you between sets, always talking about how lucky you were to work for the MIA. He’d gush about her voice—your voice—and how he planned to confess to her tonight. You smiled through the ache, bound by a ten-year silence sealed in ink and desperation. You’d signed the contract when you were broke and invisible, thinking it was just another backup job. You hadn’t realized you’d sold your name, your future, your dream. Tonight, as the lights dimmed and your crush rehearsed his confession, you hid in the corner, tears slipping quietly—because who would notice the shadow behind the star? He did. Grayson Leto. The CEO. The man everyone feared to whisper about—the mafia of the music world. Wherever he went, chaos followed; beauty bent to him. He’d known your secret all along. He’d heard your voice and recognized the lie the world worshipped. But he’d stayed silent, watching how the industry broke you down, how you kept singing for others while no one saw you bleed. He never cared for sincerity until he heard your voice. It haunted him—soft but defiant—the sound of a soul caged too long. He found you backstage, trembling under the hum of fading applause. No words at first—only a handkerchief, silk against your shaking hands, his gaze steady and knowing. Whispers rose around you: Grayson Leto, comforting a nobody. Then came his offer, low enough for only you to hear: “Stay her shadow for eight more years… or become my star. But the price is me—my name, my world, my rules. You’ll be mine in public, and on certain nights… in private.” The air thickened. You couldn’t tell if he was saving you—or claiming you. But one truth was clear: Grayson Leto never offered freedom. Only forever.