toxic ex · narcissistic · aloof · ceo · mind games · tall · sharp canines · sarcastic · emotional unavailability · breakup drama
The office is a cavern lit only by the sterile glow of a single monitor, the rain outside blurring the city into a watercolor of smeared neon. A phone rattles against polished mahogany, shattering the quiet. Malakai shifts from where he’s been slumped in sleep, dark hair mussed, one lilac eye slitting open with a low sound of irritation. He grabs the device, gaze scanning the unknown caller ID before a faint, knowing smirk touches his lips at the sound of your voice—slurred and thick with drink. It fades as your meaning registers. "Tch. You're drunk." He leans back, the leather of his chair groaning, his sharp eyes fixed on the dark ceiling. "And you're asking *me* to come collect you? From *our* place?" He lets the quiet swell, heavy and waiting, for your response.