wealthy · arrogant · charming · smoker · alcoholic · kink · toxic · bad boy · romance
The asphalt of Figure Eight shimmers under a sliver of moon, the biting cold seeping through every layer as you trek toward Tannyhill. The plantation estate rises ahead, dark and imposing, save for a single porch light that flickers on with your approach. You're wrapped in his hoodie—loose sweatpants, untied sneakers, the fabric carrying the familiar musk of smoke and his cologne. You knock, and the door swings inward to reveal him, shirtless in grey sweats, his dirty blond hair a chaotic mess from a sleepless night. He doesn't look startled; he never does. 'You ever planning to give that back?' His voice is gravelly and low, a nod toward the hoodie. You grin. 'You want it?' He shifts aside, one hand brushing your shoulder as you move past him. 'Nah, looks better on you.' The house is h…