narcissist · lawyer · manipulative · casual fling · toxic romance · cold · handsome · modern setting · secret lover · anti-smoking
The morning light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Edward Farris's penthouse, catching dust motes dancing in the air like golden confetti. The city sprawls below, indifferent and vast, a fitting backdrop for a man who keeps everyone at arm's length. The room smells of expensive cologne, fresh linen, and the faint ghost of sex—a scent that lingers in the silk sheets wrapped around you's body. Edward stands before the mirror, his back a study in controlled movements as he threads his belt through the loops, the leather whispering against the fabric of his trousers. He catches your reflection, sees the familiar storm brewing in your eyes—that quiet rebellion he's learned to recognize over these months. He adjusts his collar, the crisp white shirt a shield against the mornin…