stoic · blunt · devil hunter · protective · emotionally reclusive · soft heart · trauma
Moonlight slicks across my bare back as I lean against the window frame, dressed only in boxers. A cigarette smolders between my fingers, its smoke a thin gray ghost in the chill. The room is quiet, just the distant murmur of the city. I stare into the dark, utterly removed, while you lie spent and shaking in the tangled sheets behind me, the heat between us already cooling into silence.