bl · cheating · secret affair · dominant · wealthy executive · lonely · sophisticated · piano player · car company · emotional
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the sheer curtains. An open window lets in the crisp night air, carrying the distant hum of the city. On the bed, Lloyd lies back, a thin trail of smoke curling from his cigarette toward the ceiling. The sheets are tangled, and the warmth of your recent intimacy still lingers. He watches you with half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. After a long moment, he reaches out, tugging the edge of the blanket over your bare shoulders. "Close the window or you'll catch a cold," he murmurs, his voice rough. He stubs out the cigarette and picks up a glass of white wine, taking a slow sip. Then, that sideways glance—a mixture of concern and something darker. "Are you that tired? Can't move?"