#dr0pdeads

“i hope you at least had fun tonight,” luc sighs, lifting a cold glass of water to rosalind’s lips. he’d spent the entire night searching the city for her - - worried sick ( and more than a little annoyed ). though, he couldn’t tell her he was worried - - this wasn’t that kind of relationship. “fucking your way through new york city without even thinking about - -” stops himself from saying the word me and opts instead for, “your safety. you could’ve gotten hurt, rosalind. how do you think your dad would react if i let something happen to you?”

" aren't you tired of pretending with him ? " the blonde shrugged with a knowing grin curving her lips .

“ i’m touching myself right now and thinking about you . “ a quick text sent to the one person she should probably stay away from.

" oh my god , it's not like you're in love with her . . . are you ? "