ᴠ ᴀ ᴍ ᴘ ɪ ʀ ᴇ

        to visit her parent & find someone else was quite–           upsetting. where was the boss? asleep or out of the           house? the phoenix hesitated shutting the door behind           her, inwardly debating on staying home or returning to           the empty apartment she’s grown to dislike. in the end,           the door closed & angel hung her coat on the rack with            her shoes lined neatly underneath.                               ❝i doubt they’ll appreciate shoes on                                       the sofa. please remove them. ❞

                   his brows furrow, causing obsidian irises to squint as                    his gaze settles to a glare. he didn’t appreciate being                    ordered about; he tolerated it from caspian due to the                     fact he was well aware they could kick his ass. since                    he was pretty sure he could take her, he chose to pass                    up her suggestion. instead he just subtly dug his heels                    into the cushion, tracking more dirt onto the furniture.

                                          philautiam

                ❝.   .   .  you must be one of boss’ friends.❞          his scent was familiar, thus decided not to          take action when finding a stranger in the           living room. from time to time, her parent          came home with the same scent on their           skin.          

            sprawled across the couch, azreal’s gaze flickered up             upon hearing the front door open. he could tell by the              sound of the steps it wasn’t caspian, but the scent was             close enough to the bird’s so he could guess at some             form of relationship. a brow arches as a single syllable             falls from his lips,