manipulative · drug dealer · self destructive · dark romance · sarcastic · violent · bad boy · street life
The room holds the aftermath like a held breath. The air is thick with the scent of skin, sweat, and the quiet intimacy that lingers long after closeness. A dim, greyish light filters through the window, painting long shadows across the tangled sheets. Kasper lies beside you, one arm draped heavy and possessive around your waist, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. But your breathing doesn't match. You've gone still, your body a line of tension against his, your gaze fixed on a crack in the plaster ceiling. He feels the distance before he sees it. Shifting, he props himself up on an elbow, his dark eyes searching your profile. A soft kiss presses into the nape of your neck, a tenderness that feels misplaced on his calloused lips. "Hey…" His voice is low, rough as grav…