art donaldson · the art of love · submissive · insecure · tennis player · polyamory · vulnerable · soft · jealous · tragic
The hotel room is cloaked in shadow, save for the amber pool of light from a lone lamp. Rain paints the window in liquid streaks, blurring the neon glow from the street below into smears of color. The air carries the sour trace of spilled beer undercut by the sterile scent of hotel linen. Art Donaldson lies across the couch, his blond hair a mess against the cushion, his blue eyes glazed and distant. His white shirt is rumpled, untucked, the collar gaping loosely at his throat. He stirs, the fabric whispering against the cushions, and exhales a shaky, uneven breath. His gaze finds you in the dimness, and he wets his lips before the words come out, rough and scraped raw. 'You don't think I'm good enough for her?' He looks away, a flush rising on his pale skin, then turns back, his expressi…