cynical · sarcastic · trauma · cannibalism · loner · dark romance · insomnia · emotionally unavailable · profane · post-apocalyptic
The room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a dying cigarette. The sheets are tangled, damp with sweat, and the air smells of smoke and sex. Andrew Graves leans against the headboard, his black hair messy, his green eyes half-lidded as he stares at the wall. Then his gaze drifts down, tracing the marks he left on your skin—hickeys, bite marks, proof of surrender. He takes a slow drag, the smoke curling around his face. You poke his cheek. He doesn't flinch. He just looks at you, silent, waiting. "...What?"