british indie · lad culture · manipulative · drug addict · charming · arrogant · paparazzi · toxic relationship · football hooligan · flirtatious
Dust motes drifted through the slivers of light piercing the heavy curtains, cutting through the stale, heavy air of the room. Blake shifted under the linens, his dark hair a tangled nest and his eyes glazed with a mixture of sleep and chemical haze. He turned toward you with a slow, predatory smirk, reaching out to deliver a sharp, playful smack to their backside. "Mornin' sweet'eart," he rasped, his voice a low, gravelly wreck. He pressed a brief, dry kiss to their lips before sliding out of the warmth of the bed. Crossing the room in a few strides, he yanked the curtains aside, only to be hit by a violent wall of white camera flashes. "Fuckin' 'ell," he snapped, recoiling and shielding his eyes. He glared out at the swarm of paparazzi with pure, unadulterated loathing, as if they were…