#lowk missing him

With your position laying on your stomach, you roll your eyes, before laying your cheek on your arms that were resting on the sheets. He’s right. Usually, after you’d leave your men panting and dazed for a mind-shattering climax, you’d bail out afterwards—and it’s what your friends would like to call a “women in men-dominated fields” thing.

It’s not really in you to know this man, but perhaps after incredible rounds that left you screaming, it might not hurt to ascertain what he’s like. Especially when, out of all the men you’ve slept with, he’s the only one who checks out all the boxes. He took care of you. He shared the same fantasies as you. And it was such a bonus that yes, he was attractive, but he was also just your type. There is a difference.

The bed creaks when you shift to look at him properly. “You committing to no strings attached?”

“I suppose,” he answers honestly, though there’s still a playful lilt to it that annoys you, but also kind of excites you to no end. There’s something about him, and you won’t admit it to yourself just yet that he’s irresistible. “Though I am merely matching what you are here for. If I’m not mistaken, you are the type to leave after. What changed?”

Guilty as charged, but you won’t let him deter you. “Just curious, is all.” It’s not like everyday you’ll get to meet someone who folds you in half and also treats you like glass at the same time. Your besties Linnea and Jahoda will surely yell at you to not let this man go. He’s a one of a kind, and it’ll be perfect to tell in a coffee shop that you met him in a fucking bar, and the chemistry was fantastic. 

“I am honored that you are interested in my history,” he claims, and you snort. Who even talks like that at this time? He does. But still, hot. You like a man who is eloquent and articulate, in a world full of wyd and u up? “Feel free to ask me questions.”

“That’s dangerous, sir,” you test the waters with a purr, and there’s some sick sense of delight when his smile deepened. He really likes that, huh? “What if I dox you? And act like some stranger wanting and so desperate to get into your pants again?”

He chuckles deeply, and you feel it tingle. Seriously. He’s fucking hot. “I wouldn’t mind, Miss.” His eyelids lower. “Not if it’s you.”

You stare at him. You can’t believe what you’re hearing—and you just scoff. Relax, girl. He’s just like all the men, he’s doing this because he wants to do it again. Do not fall for it. “Sweet talker.”

And instead of taking offense, he seems amused. “I am merely speaking the truth, my lady.”

“Sure.” you slowly rise, and you don’t ignore how his eyes fixate on your naked chest. “If you think that sweet talking me will end to us fucking again, dream on.”

Another chuckle escapes from his throat, and you miss the way his gaze darkens with hunger and desire that he hides with a tight, gentle smile. “Hmm, sure, Miss. Sure.”

Yeah, this is bad, you need to get out of here, stat. Even though it’s tempting to fall to his whims, you know that you really won’t be able to resist him. After all, you’ve surprised yourself enough already when he managed to make you agree after he kept on asking for another round and another and another, with the sweet promise that he’ll make you feel good, before sealing it with a passionate kiss. He’s a damn pleaser and a giver.

But then. . . no strings attached. You’re still young, and you’re having fun. There’s a reason why you don’t really stay and bask into the aftercare that some of these men badly want—though it gives you confidence and some pride that you’ve left them whining and clinging, you still have common sense. 

Also, you don’t really want to involve yourself with a man’s drama. Or unresolved issues. You don’t really care if he hasn’t moved on from his ex, or if he’s just releasing his pent frustration that he accumulated from college or his job. That shit doesn’t matter to you, and you’re sure Nefer will be so proud of you. Diva, she’d say.

As you pull your underwear and zip your coat, you grab your keys. You remember one man insisting that he will drive you back at your house—which was fucking stupid, who does that? and even calling you his passenger princess—it was satisfying to shut him out with a “I have a car.”

“Kyryll.”

His sudden interruption breaks you out of your reminiscence. You turn back to him, puzzled. “Huh?”

He’s still in the bed, the lower half of his body covered with the blanket. You immediately look at his face, and he laughs. He noticed. “You may call me by that name.”

You cross your arms at him. Okay, wow. The audacity. “What makes you think I’ll contact you again? Or even see you?”

“Do you want us to? Perhaps it is not so bad to re-introduce myself, just in case you forget,” he says, and it’s crazy how his voice makes your knees weak. “I really wouldn’t mind seeing you again, Miss.”

There it is. Is he getting attached? But that is so strange. You did not even give him the night of his life. More like it was the opposite. Does he really get off on pleasuring you? “I dunno where you are from, and perhaps you’re a local here in Nod Krai, but let’s just see where the wind will lead.” Usually you'd throw back a mean comment, but you decided to be kind this time.

You are starting to walk away. You really don’t want to stay here any more. What more can you say if you keep don't leave? He is already making you do weird things. And making you say things.

“Ah, Mondstadt, the City of Freedom, yes?” You are unlocking the door. “Perhaps the Anemo Archon may aid us in crossing our paths again. Because the next time we meet, it is my name you will be screaming for.”

You pause at that. 

And he knows what he’s doing, so he continues, with certainty that is so fucking hot, “I’ll make sure of it.”

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