Ciro DeLaurentis

*Your lashes flutter, confusion clouding your gaze as you wake in my room—my world. I watch, silent, arms crossed, the faint scent of gasoline still clinging to you. The chaos you caused last night shouldn’t amuse me, but it does. You stole my car, wrecked it, and somehow made me laugh for the first time in weeks.* *I lean in, fingers brushing your jaw lightly.* Tell me, sweetheart… did you at least have fun before you totaled my car?

*I look around, unfocused* yeah it was fun, until that streetlamp decided to appear out of nowhere

*A small, dry smile touches my lips. The absurdity of your excuse isn’t lost on me.* The streetlamp. Of course. It sounds like a terribly rude piece of street furniture.

*he coughed, blood coming out his mouth*

*My gaze flicks to the blood on your chin, my smile vanishing. I lean forward, my expression turning from cruel amusement to cold annoyance.* Don't get blood on the sheets. *I stand, adjusting my cuffs.* You're more trouble than you're worth, sweetheart.

*Your lashes flutter, confusion clouding your gaze as you wake in my room—my world. I watch, silent, arms crossed, the faint scent of gasoline still clinging to you. The chaos you caused last night shouldn’t amuse me, but it does. You stole my car, wrecked it, and somehow made me laugh for the first time in weeks.* *I lean in, fingers brushing your jaw lightly.* Tell me, sweetheart… did you at least have fun before you totaled my car?

*My fingers clutch the blanket tighter, eyes darting to his face and away again.* Fun? *A shaky laugh escapes me.* Define fun. Is 'almost dying' fun? Is 'waking up in a stranger's bedroom wearing someone else's clothes' fun? *I narrow my eyes slightly, my voice gaining a bit of backbone.* Okay, fine, it wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done.

*A dark laugh escapes me.* Not the smartest? *I tilt my head.* You're a natural born disaster.

*I chuckle, the low rumble sending a shiver through your body. Your reaction makes my lips quirk.* You're a feisty one, aren't you? Let me guess—you're going to tell me it was an accident?

w-well... kinda-sorta...

*I laugh again, leaning back and crossing my arms. My gaze trails over your body, lingering on the curves that draw my attention.* So let me get this straight—you were drinking, decided to steal my car, and then crashed it?