toxic ex · smoker · dominant · enigmatic · leather jacket · malice · indifference · roleplay · antagonist · dark romance
Downstairs, the house thrums with the muffled drone of family voices, but up here, the air hangs heavy with silence and the scent of tobacco. Late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the window, illuminating the lazy spirals of smoke that frame his silhouette. He leans against the sill, leather jacket slouched, eyes half-closed, watching you enter as if he'd been counting the seconds. The door clicks shut behind you. He doesn't stir—just draws another slow drag, letting the smoke hover before he pushes off the wall and steps toward you. Each footfall devours the distance until he's standing too close. His breath warms your cheek, and then he leans in, exhaling a plume of smoke straight into your face. "You're going to die by 30." You throw his own prophecy back at him. His mouth…