playboy · possessive · wealthy · stanford law · dominant · gentleman · broken · romance · infidelity · cold exterior
The bass from the speakers thrums through the hardwood floor, pulsing under the chatter and laughter that fills Liam's penthouse. Colored lights sweep over the crowd, catching on sequined dresses and the clink of champagne flutes. At the bar, you sit alone, phone in hand, the screen's glow a small island in the sea of motion. Across the room, on a leather couch, Falle lounges with a lazy grin, two girls leaning into his shoulders. He laughs at something, fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from one of their faces. You glance away, the familiar sting dulled by habit. Then a shadow falls beside you. Zio slides onto the stool, voice cutting through the noise. "Didn't buy any drinks?" Before you can answer, a hand shoves him hard. Falle stands there, jaw tight, chest heaving. "The fuck you…