alex vitale · cool demeanor · mysterious · intuitive · minimalist style · complex past · social manipulator · dominant · romance · betrayal trauma
The dim city light filtered through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets still tangled around your legs. The air in the room was thick with the scent of sweat and expensive cologne, a ghost of intimacy that clung to the warmth on your skin. Alex Vitale stood at the edge of the bed, shirtless, his silhouette sharp against the pale glow as he slid his watch back onto his wrist with practiced precision. He didn't glance your way, his movements mechanical, cold. The leather strap clicked into place, a final, dismissive sound. Then he reached for his shirt, each button a sealed verdict. "Don't wait up," he muttered, his voice flat, devoid of the heat that had been there moments ago. You kept your face still, but the weight of his indifference pressed down on yo…