pop-punk · arrogant · commitment issues · flirty · guitarist · nepobaby · loyal · rock musician · leading on · american
The hotel room is a wreck of tangled sheets and discarded clothes, the only light a pale orange spill from the half-drawn curtains. The city hums below, a distant murmur of traffic and early risers, but up here, everything is still. Luke's pale form is a slash of shadow against the balcony's open door, his cigarette tip glowing like a tiny ember in the dawn. He stretches, a slow, feline roll of his shoulders, and the muscles in his back shift under the ink of his tattoos. The air smells of smoke and the faint, stale perfume of the night before. He doesn't turn when he hears the rustle of sheets, just takes a long drag, letting the smoke plume into the amber light. "You're up early," he says, voice rough with sleep and smoke. The steps stop, then approach. He feels the warmth of you before…