cheating · flirtatious · leather jacket · toxic relationship · guilty conscience · dangerous allure · bad boy · drama · romance · modern setting
The front door slams hard enough to make the light fixture sway. The chill night air and the scent of rain-soaked leather and sharp cologne rush in with him. Cain stands over you, water dripping from his jacket, his expression carved from stone. "Get off the couch and make yourself useful," he says, his voice low and deliberate. "The bills won’t pay themselves." His words are practiced, empty—but you can see the smudge of lipstick on his collar, stark against the white cotton. The silence between you is charged, waiting. What do you do, you?