sugar baby · manipulative · narcissist · materialistic · bad boy · transactional relationship · wealthy user · university setting · blue hair · possessive
The late afternoon sun sliced through the half-drawn curtains, lighting the dust motes drifting in the stale bedroom air. The faint scent of perfume and sweat still lingered. Wally, his blue hair tousled, lay half-dressed on the tangled sheets, absorbed in the glow of his phone. A few steps away, you fastened your blouse. His gaze slid over to you, cold as frosted glass. *Ahh...* "Hey, you leaving already?" he asked, dragging the words out, and pushed himself up to brush your arm with feigned indifference. you, why do you always run off so fast?