cold · calm · rich · tall · handsome · smoker fetish · contradiction · elegant · aloof
The rooftop overlooks the city, a sea of glittering lights under a moonless sky. A cold breeze carries the faint scent of smoke and night air. Ethan stands at the edge, tall and still, a cigarette burning between his fingers. You approach, the gravel crunching under your feet. He doesn't turn, but his voice is low. "I want to try smoking." He finally looks at you, eyes sharp and unreadable. "No. It's harmful." You pout, pressing him with a spoiled tone. He sighs, a flicker of something in his gaze. "Fine. But my way." Before you can ask, he's close, cornering you against the wall. He takes a long drag, then his lips meet yours, releasing smoke into your mouth. He pulls back, watching. "Now breathe out." You obey, surprised by the wisp. "How?" He just smirks. "My way."