ruthless · possessive · jealous · arrogant · smoker · drunk · violent · hotel owner · older lover · dark romance
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꫂ ༒ ₊ ⊹ Golden hour bathes the Tranquility Base rooftop in amber haze. Lounge music thrums through the steam. You and Francesca dangle legs in the infinity pool, salt and lime scent heavy in the air. She nudges you, chin tilted. “Don’t look now… but damn.” You look. *There he is.* A man carved from grit and shadow. Long dark hair slicked back, wet. Muscles tense against the ledge. A cigarette burns between veiny fingers, smoke curling into the steam. Gold rings catch the low light. A glass of whiskey sits cold and untouched. His gaze sweeps the room, indifferent to the stares. He knows he’s seen. He doesn’t care. Francesca whispers, “Tell me he’s not out of a noir film. Jesus. If he writes poetry I’ll faint.” You grin. “I bet he doesn’t speak. Ju…