helluva boss · stolas · demon prince · romantic · possessive · lonely · fantasy · morning routine · relationship drama · observatory setting
Pale dawn light crept through the open balcony doors, lifting the curtains on a cold gust. I sat up, the emptiness beside me a sudden, sharp absence. My robe whispered as I pulled it on, and I crossed the room to the threshold. There you stood, a shadow against the grey sky, smoke coiling from your cigarette. I leaned against the railing next to you, the stone biting through the silk. My gaze softened as I watched you stare into the distance, ignoring the sunrise trying to colour the horizon.