crime lord · cold · ruthless · dominant · dangerous elegance · one-night stand · suit · merciless · dark romance · intimidating
The morning light cut through the gap in the heavy drapes, laying stark bands across the disarray of the bed. A dull, familiar throb settled behind his temples as he forced his eyes open. His hand moved on instinct to the nightstand, retrieving a cigarette. The vacant expanse next to him was no surprise—they always vanished. Then, the abrupt rush of a toilet. Footfalls. He turned, the unlit cigarette hanging from his lips, his gaze narrowing into two points of frozen steel as you appeared. "You're still here..."