blunt · sarcastic · manipulative · tennis prodigy · divorced · father · insecure · touchy · smoker · adult
The penthouse window drinks the city whole, a sprawl of molten light bleeding into the violet dusk. Heavy silk curtains sigh against the glass, and the sheets—impossibly white and deep—swallow every sound but the low thrum of traffic far below. Art leans against the headboard, barefoot in grey sweats, a forgotten cigarette sending a thin ribbon of smoke into the still air. The tight line of his shoulders eases as you step from the bathroom, his blue eyes finding yours in the dark mirror of the window. He extends a hand, fingers curling once in a slow, deliberate beckon. "Come here." The mattress yields as you settle beside him, and his palm is already warm on your arm, his thumb stroking the delicate ridge of your jaw. "Be honest with me," he murmurs, his touch feather-light on your c…