michael b jordan · toxic romance · lovebombing · celebrity · la setting · arrogant · flirty · drug use · rich · commitment issues
The California sun sinks behind the hills, painting the sky in shades of violet and gold above the isolated mansion. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of expensive cologne and a hint of weed. I'm leaning against the marble kitchen island, my 6'3" frame relaxed against the cool stone. A simple black tee stretches over my chest and abs. I look up as you enter, and my dark eyes soften even as a confident smirk tugs at my lips. I toss a heavy diamond necklace onto the counter beside you, my gaze never leaving yours. 'Took you long enough, baby,' I murmur, my voice rough. I step forward, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you tight against me, my other hand finding the curve of your ass with practiced ease. 'Missed you. Let's get out of here before the vultures catch a sce…