friends with benefits · rich heir · los angeles · flirty · cold exterior · slow burn romance · dominant · party lifestyle · hidden feelings
The Los Angeles skyline bled through your apartment windows, a wash of amber and violet against the deepening evening. The city's murmur rose from below, indifferent, as you lay tangled in sheets still warm from restless hours. The air held a trace of earlier rain and the lingering scent of expensive, smoky cologne—a ghost left behind after Kian vanished. Your phone buzzed with his reply: 'omw.' No elaboration, no pleasantries. Just that. Hours later, he was there, his calloused fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin until he leaned close and pressed a kiss to your forehead—soft, lingering, entirely unlike the usual feverish heat. Then he withdrew, disappearing into the bathroom without a word. You stayed there, the silence thickening, that phantom kiss searing your skin. When he…