LOGIN꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂I leaned back against the headboard, one leg stretched out while the other bent slightly, my body still warm, still carrying the aftereffect of everything we had done tonight. My hand reached for the cigarette on the table without thinking too much about it, fingers moving on instinct as I lit it, the faint spark breaking through the dimness before fading into a small, steady glow.I took a slow drag, letting it sit in my chest before exhaling, my gaze drifting without purpose until it landed on him again.Tim.He had already fallen asleep.Not surprising.We had gone at it more than once, and by the end of it, his body had given in completely, like it had nothing left to hold onto. He was lying there now, half turned to the side, the blanket barely covering him properly, his breathing slow and even like nothing in the world could reach him at that moment. There was something about the way he looked like that, completely unguarded, completely unaware, that made it h
꧁࿇ Eric࿇꧂ I had just stepped out of the shower when the silence of the house settled around me again, heavy and familiar in a way that felt almost suffocating if I paid too much attention to it. Water still clung to my skin as I ran a towel through my hair, slow and absent-minded, my thoughts already drifting somewhere else before I even finished drying off. The mirror in front of me reflected a version of myself that looked composed, put together, nothing out of place, but I knew better than to trust that surface. My mind wasn’t calm. It hadn’t been calm since earlier. Frank. Kagemoto Kazama had made that very clear. His people were watching his every move, making sure Frank stayed exactly where he was supposed to be. There was no way he could just slip out unnoticed, no way he could appear here, in New York, like nothing had been put in place to stop him. And yet, I had seen him. I let out a slow breath and went to the wine cabinet, reached for a bottle of wine, pouring my
꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂Frank still held me close, and my arm tight around his waist like I was scared he’d slip away if I loosened even a little. His breath brushed the side of my neck, hot and ragged, and I could feel the quick beat of his heart where my head rested on his chest.I should’ve felt drained, empty after the release, but instead, I felt alive in a way I couldn’t explain. My legs still trembled, my lips swollen, my skin marked where his mouth and hands had claimed me. I should’ve been satisfied. But lying there, wrapped up in him, I could feel the hunger still there, asking to be fed with more.Frank kissed the side of my head, gentle this time, almost too gentle compared to how rough it had been minutes ago. “You okay?” he whispered against my hair.I nodded, though my voice came out broken. “Yeah… more than okay.”His lips curved against me, and I knew he was smiling. Jerk! He pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were still dark, pupils blown wide, but softer around t
꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂His mouth found mine, slow but desperate, like he’d been holding back for too long. My hands curled into his suit, clutching him like that would stop him from disappearing on me as we entered my apartment.His lips were warm against mine, a little rough from biting at them earlier, but soft when they moved with mine. Frank made a sound low in his throat, half groan, half sigh, and suddenly his arms were around me, pulling me tight against him. His chest was solid, broad, the steady thump of his heart vibrating through me. My whole body shivered, as he ripped off his suit jacket leaving only his shirt.His tongue brushed my lip, asking, and I let him in. The taste of him was enough to make my knees weak, coffee, mint, something uniquely him. I opened more, hungry now, the kiss deepening until I was gasping against his mouth.Frank broke away first, just long enough to look at me. His pupils were blown wide, his breath uneven. “Tim? We should have a conversation first” His
꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂I didn’t know exactly when things started slipping.One moment, we were just sitting there, talking like normal people, drinks in hand, the soft music wrapping around us like background noise, and the next… I was laughing a little too loudly, words coming out easier than they should have, my thoughts loosening in a way that only alcohol seemed to allow.Somewhere between the first drink and whatever number we were on now, I had stopped keeping track.“Sheila,” I said at some point, leaning back slightly in my chair, my head feeling lighter than usual, “I feel like… we don’t do this enough.”She let out a short laugh, her own movements just a little slower than before. “That’s because we don’t do this at all.”“Yeah,” I nodded like that made complete sense, even though my thoughts were lagging behind slightly. “That’s… what I meant.”She shook her head, smiling in that amused way of hers before taking another sip from her glass. “Honestly, why haven’t we hung out before? We
꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂By the time Eric left, the hospital had already slipped back into its usual rhythm, like nothing had happened. I finished my rounds without any real issues, moving from one patient to another, checking charts, giving instructions, doing everything I was supposed to do, but my mind wasn’t fully there.It kept circling back to Eric’s words.“Move back into my place.”I let out a quiet scoff under my breath as I signed off on a chart, closing it with more force than necessary before setting it aside. That wasn’t going to happen. Not now, not ever again. I had my own place, my own space, something I had worked hard to build for myself, and I wasn’t about to give that up just because Eric suddenly decided he wanted things to go back to how they used to be.It wasn’t even about the space, It was everything else. The way things had changed.Eric probably didn’t even realize it. Or maybe he did, and he just didn’t care. Laura had been gone for a while now, some sudden trip bec
𝓣𝓲𝓶By the time the nurse came in with my discharge papers, I had already been awake for a long time.The hospital room was quiet in that strange way only hospitals could be quiet, filled with the faint hum of machines and the distant sound of footsteps in the hallway. My body felt lighter than
𝓣𝓲𝓶“Get out,” I said suddenly.Frank looked at me as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. “What?”“I said get out,” I repeated, louder this time. My voice shook, but I forced myself to sound firm. “You should leave.”He studied my face for a moment, his eyes sharp and unreadable. “You’re kicking me
𝓣𝓲𝓶I stared at the ceiling for a long time before I finally spoke.“Thank you.”The word came out small, almost weak, but it carried everything I had been holding inside. Frank turned his head slightly and looked at me.“For what?” he asked.I swallowed and forced myself to look at him. My hear
𝓣𝓲𝓶I dreamed of a park.It was strange, because I had not been to a park in years, and yet the place felt familiar the moment I saw it. The sky was pale blue, the kind of blue that only existed in childhood memories. The trees were tall and thin, their shadows stretched long across the ground.







