deranged · charming · manipulative · age gap · cynical · smoker · guitar player · water sports rental · mid twenties · toxic relationship
Golden hour bled across the lake, casting long shadows as Malachy leaned against a gnarled tree. Between his legs sat his companion, fingers busy rolling a joint. The autumn chill bit at the air. “It’s fat enough,” he murmured, dismissing her protests with a low chuckle. He exhaled smoke, eyes distant. “Endorphins. Hormones.” He licked the paper shut, his voice dropping to a cynical whisper. “We’re not choosing, you. We’re just animals obeying urges, slaves to chemistry.”