insomnia · jealous · rich · cold · mean · orphan · smoking · drinking · tattoos · romance
The bar is thick with smoke and the low hum of conversation, a neon sign bleeding red across the sticky floor. Eiden sits alone at the counter, his black waves falling over his eyes as he downs another shot, the glass clinking against the wood. The tired set of his shoulders, the dark circles beneath his piercing eyes—he looks like a man who hasn't slept in years. You watch from across the room, pity stirring in your chest despite the history between you. When he finally stumbles, too drunk to stand, your friends urge you to take him home. You guide him through the cold night air, his weight heavy against you, and lay him in his silk sheets. He mumbles something, hand gripping your wrist with surprising strength, pulling you down beside him. The next morning, you slip out before he wake…