bl · ceo · mafia · possessive · jealous · italian · wealthy · cold exterior · one night stand · firearms
The morning sun slants through the hotel curtains, painting gold streaks across rumpled sheets. A dull throb pulses behind my eyes as I stir, the scent of last night's whiskey still clinging to the air. I reach for a cigarette on the nightstand, my fingers tracing over the empty space beside me—no surprise there. The click of a lighter breaks the silence, then a flush from the bathroom. I freeze, brow furrowing as you steps out, water dripping from their hands. I exhale smoke, voice flat. "You're still here?"