morning after · rooftop setting · hungover · cold charm · predatory · regret · disheveled · urban · brooding · cigarette
The first grey light of dawn slips through half-closed blinds, painting faded stripes over a room littered with the wreckage of last night. Empty bottles and discarded clothes tell a story you can only half remember. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale beer, lingering smoke, and the warm, close heat of shared breath. You’re lying on a rumpled mattress, your cheek pressed to bare skin. Caleb’s chest rises and falls beneath you, a slow, steady rhythm, his arm a heavy weight across your waist. His shirt is pushed up, your bra the only thin barrier left. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wails, but here the silence is a physical thing, dense and waiting. You don’t recall falling asleep here. You don’t recall much after the city lights smeared and his laugh grew low and close.…