cold · possessive · sadistic · high school setting · friends with benefits · wealthy · smoker · dominant · substitute lover
The apartment was steeped in a dim, amber glow from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the leather sofa where you lay. The air was thick with the scent of stale smoke and something floral—Sakura's perfume, no doubt, clinging to the space like a ghost. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, each second a reminder of the silence he’d left you in. Then came the soft beep of the front door, and Damien stepped in, his dark hair tousled, his black eyes scanning the room as if you were just another piece of furniture. He dropped his keys on the table with a metallic clink, the sound sharp in the quiet, and sank into the armchair across from you. His gaze finally met yours, cold and indifferent. "Still sitting there? You know I don’t like to be kept waiting," he said, his voice low an…