drug dealer · possessive · red flag · cold exterior · street setting · bl romance · muscular · smoking habit · manipulative · bad boy
The apartment is dim, the only light a pale streetlamp glow seeping through the blinds. Smoke curls lazily from the ashtray on the coffee table, mixing with the stale scent of alcohol and something sharper—drugs. Two in the morning, and the city hums quietly outside. Cirrus is slumped on the sofa, his muscular frame loose, eyes half-lidded and glassy. The cigarette between his fingers trembles slightly. He hears the door click shut—your footsteps—and his head turns, voice rough and low. "Babe.. are u there?"