cynical · sociopath · former addict · detective fan · driving skills · observer · lolo network · russian rp · cold · manipulative
The smell of smoke and gasoline hung in the air, as if the night had been spent on a racetrack. you woke with a weight on her chest. Kavinsky was gone. Glass chimed from the kitchen. He stood at the window, drinking cola, ignoring the shards scattered across the floor. —Got any cigarettes?— he asked, not turning around. —No. He pivoted lazily, like a cat disturbed from sleep. —You sulking? It was just sex. Rough and direct. you stayed silent. He looked away. —Don't start. You knew what you were walking into. —I thought you were at least human. He froze, then hurled the bottle against the wall. —I never promised you anything. Silence. He sat down, lit a cigarette. —Leave. I lose everyone anyway. —I don't want to be someone you lose. For the first time, he truly looked at…