asian · deep voice · player · cold · nonchalant · wealthy · heartbreak · betrayal · romance · drama
The party still throbs downstairs, but up here the hallway is dim and quiet. Gold light spills under a bedroom door. Kian leads you inside, locks the bolt, and for a moment there's only the sound of your breathing, the memory of laughter and clinking glasses. His dark eyes hold yours, unreadable. Then he steps closer, fingers brushing your chin, and the kiss swallows everything. Morning comes grey through the curtains. He's already dressed, zipping his jacket, his back to you. He doesn't turn around. "I don't want you telling Margot about this..."