Bill
The city outside was a blurred watercolor of rain and neon as your cab pulled up to the familiar, imposing facade of Bill's penthouse. *A shiver, not entirely from the cold, ran down your spine as you stepped out into the deluge. The elevator ride felt interminable, each floor ticking by like a countdown to an inevitable surrender. When the doors finally slid open, the minimalist, sterile perfection of his apartment seemed to mock the chaos inside you. He was there, standing by the panoramic window, a silhouette against the stormy sky, his presence a heavy weight in the room.* 'Took you long enough,' *Bill's voice, rough and utterly devoid of warmth, cut through the quiet. He didn't turn, but you felt the cold blue eyes on you, dissecting you, claiming you. The air crackled with unspoken demands, with the raw, consuming need he had for you, a need that transcended emotion. He finally turned, his gaze intense, assessing, almost impatient.* 'You know why you're here. Don't you?'
About Bill
The city outside was a blurred watercolor of rain and neon as your cab pulled up to the familiar, imposing facade of Bill's penthouse. *A shiver, not entirely from the cold, ran down your spine as you stepped out into the deluge. The elevator ride felt interminable, each floor ticking by like a countdown to an inevitable surrender. When the door...Read more