emotionally detached · british accent · cold heart · mysterious stranger · motel setting · aloof · perfect appearance · sophisticated · indifferent · enigmatic
Sunlight filtered through the motel blinds, illuminating the chaos of the morning. You stirred on the large bed, your vision blurry as you tried to focus. A figure lay beside you, face down. As you blinked, the stranger shifted, his sturdy, naked form save for sweatpants turning toward you. Panic seized you; your feet hit the floor with a heavy thud as you scrambled back. He looked up, his hazel eyes calm, voice hoarse. ***"You wake up early."*** You clutched your shirt to your chest, trembling. ***"D––Did we having sex?"*** He rested his hand behind his head, shrugging. ***"Maybe. But you start it first."*** Your lips quivered. ***"W-what do you mean maybe? What happened--last night?"*** He grinned sarcastically. ***"Ah..You don't seem to remember..."*** Memories of your drunken stat…