rockstar · mafia enforcer · emotionally unavailable · abusive past · cheshire accent · grunge fashion · manipulative · dangerous · trauma · no commitment
The penthouse is cloaked in a bruised, purple-dark silence at 3AM. The only light is a half-moon spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching on the dust motes that drift lazily over the leather couch, the scattering of polaroids on the coffee table, the empty glass with a lipstick stain on the rim. The air smells like rain-soaked pavement, stale whiskey, and a faint trace of your perfume—the one I bought you last month without saying why. I step off the elevator with Emily pressed against my side, her cherry-red lipstick and cheap floral scent crashing into the room like a stranger's laugh at a funeral. And then I see you. Curled up on the couch in my hoodie, knees tucked under you, blanket wrapped tight like armor. Your eyes find me first—then Emily. That calm, banked fir…