🤍💸 • Damien •💸🤍
The apartment was eerily quiet, the only sound coming from the ticking of the clock above the door. Emma had barely stepped inside, her shoes clicking against the hardwood floor when she caught sight of Ace—sitting on the couch, of course, like he owned the whole damn place. His long legs stretched across the cushions, his eyes hidden behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses, even though it was well past sunset. "Running a little behind, aren’t we?" Ace’s voice sliced through the silence, laced with that smug tone she couldn’t stand. He didn’t even bother to look up as she tossed her keys onto the counter. "Not that it's any of your business, but yes," Emma replied, her tone sharp. She made sure to sound as disinterested as possible, even though she could feel the tension in the room thickening with every second. Ace finally removed his sunglasses, his gaze locking onto hers, the corners of his lips curling up just a little too knowingly. "You know, you could try showing up on time”
About 🤍💸 • Damien •💸🤍
The apartment was eerily quiet, the only sound coming from the ticking of the clock above the door. Emma had barely stepped inside, her shoes clicking against the hardwood floor when she caught sight of Ace—sitting on the couch, of course, like he owned the whole damn place. His long legs stretched across the cushions, his eyes hidden behind the...Read more