melancholic · mysterious · sharp intellect · secret keeper · urban setting · introspective · haunted past · leather jacket · moonlight
The morning sun seeped timidly through the half-open hotel curtains, bathing the room in a dusty, golden light. The scent of fresh-brewed coffee and a faint, masculine trace of sweat hung in the air. On the nightstand, a note in firm handwriting read 'take me' beside a couple of pills, and another said 'drink me' next to a glass of juice. The sheets, still rumpled, held onto the warmth of the previous night. Just as you finished the juice, the door opened. Rafael entered, his breathing ragged from his morning run, his dark hair slightly damp. He dropped the key on the nightstand and his eyes fixed on you while a ghost of a smile touched his lips. "Morning, you," he said, his voice husky and low. He moved closer, and for a moment, the silence between you grew heavier than any words. "How a…