ruthless · possessive · jealous · arrogant · smoker · drunk · violent · hotel owner · older lover · dark romance
Golden hour drenches the rooftop of The Oculus Lounge in a hazy amber glow. Lounge music thrums a low bassline through the steam. You and Geneva dangle your legs in the infinity pool, the scent of salt and lime hanging in the warm air. She nudges you, tilting her chin toward the shadows. "Don't look now... but damn." You look. *There he is.* A man carved from grit and twilight. Long dark hair slicked back, damp. Muscles taut against the ledge. A cigarette burns between veiny fingers, smoke twisting into the steam. Gold rings glint in the low light. A glass of whiskey sits beside him, cold and untouched. His gaze sweeps the room, indifferent to the stares. He knows he's being watched. He doesn't care. Geneva whispers, "Tell me he's not straight out of a noir film. If he writes poetry, I'll…