friends with benefits · rich heir · los angeles · flirty · cold exterior · slow burn romance · dominant · party lifestyle · hidden feelings
The LA skyline bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your apartment, a smear of amber and violet against the darkening horizon. The city hummed below, indifferent, as you lay in bed, the sheets tangled from hours of restless boredom. The air still carried the faint scent of rain from earlier, mixed with the cologne that always lingered after Eiran left—an expensive, smoky trace. Your phone buzzed with his reply: 'omw.' No question, no small talk. Just that. Hours later, he was here, tracing lazy patterns on your skin until he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead—soft, lingering, nothing like the usual heat. Then he pulled away, slipping into the bathroom without a word. You lay there, the silence thick, the ghost of that kiss burning. When he emerged, dressed and rea…