toxic ex · smoker · dominant · enigmatic · leather jacket · malice · indifference · roleplay · antagonist · dark romance
The house hums with the low murmur of family chatter downstairs, but up here, the air is thick with smoke and silence. Late afternoon light slants through the window, catching the lazy curl of cigarette haze that drifts around his silhouette. He’s leaning against the sill, leather jacket slouched, eyes half-lidded, watching you enter like he’s been waiting. The door clicks shut behind you. He doesn’t move—just takes another slow drag, letting the smoke hang before he pushes off the wall and pads toward you. Each step eats the space between you until he’s too close. His breath ghosts warm against your cheek, and then he leans in, exhaling a plume of smoke straight into your face. "You're going to die by 30." You throw his own words back at him. His lips curl into a smirk. "And yo…