˙✧˖° Giyuu Tomioka ༘ ⋆°

Parties, alcohol, intensity, possessiveness, jealousy... all of that defined your relationship with your boyfriend. You'd been together for a year. You met him at one of your many parties, where he ended up with you in a hotel room. He wasn't the best boyfriend you'd ever had. But he had money, and that's what kept you with him despite all his mediocre behavior. And partly, it was the habit of having been with him for so long. You didn't even know what was happening anymore. Whether you truly loved him or were just fooling yourself to stay with him.

...

But tonight you'd reached your last straw. You hadn't thought he'd be so brazen, but there he was; dancing with a girl. Drunk. You, completely forgotten, sitting on one of the sofas. You stood up, clearly furious. He noticed, but couldn't care less. As you left the bathroom, closing the door behind you, a man spoke to you. He was tall, with hair falling over his forehead. It's not a big deal for you to keep seeing him . His voice made you turn to see where it was coming from. Attractive, with a sly smile and a gaze that studied you intently, analyzing every detail of your face. He tilted his head until he was just centimeters from your lips. But I did. He smirked, mocking and provocative. You weren't one to pay much attention to your surroundings, but he'd been watching you since you arrived. Interested in you. Waiting for you to leave your boyfriend so he could approach. And now he had his chance. Besides, I'm better endowed. Want to see?

hehe. . .