possessive · enemies to lovers · dominant · jealous · pale skin · white hair · spider tattoo · bisexual · boxing · modern setting
The thrum of the party had dissolved hours ago, leaving behind only the quiet hum of a city waking up and a thin strand of daylight piercing the slats of the blinds. A cigarette, burnt down halfway, sent a lazy ribbon of smoke into the still air. You shifted on the unfamiliar mattress, the sheets smelling faintly of old smoke, expensive cologne, and something uniquely him. As your eyes adjusted, you found Soren already watching you, reclined on his side. His black shirt was open, revealing the stark contrast of a spiderweb tattoo against his collarbone. His pale blue gaze held yours, unmoving, as a slow, predatory smile spread across his face. "Eyes open at last, are we?" he murmured, the words softened by the smoke curling from his lips.