#rogueheir

           “ welcome to the club pretty boy. ”  

            it’s obvious the guy isn’t from this side of the city. he seems almost uncomfortable at the bar and it’s hard to hold back a chuckle on the demon’s end. he’s too dressed up; opposite of dom’s dark hoodie and ripped jeans. the demon can’t help but wonder why he decided to spill his life story but the whiskey in hand gives dom the answer. taking his beer he only offers a simple shrug as he tosses back his bottle. 

            “ being trusted is overrated. ” 

@rogueheir​ said: ​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

@rogueheir said: “oh, that hurts so good.”

        ❝  it’s all fun and games until someone LOSES their mind. ❞          how dramatic was she? but she was g i g g l i n g, smile creeping across her lips, and truth be told it wouldn’t take much for the remaining shred of hesitation to fade. at least enough for her to go along with the idea. she was only being difficult, adorably so in her opinion, but difficult nonetheless.

@rogueheir​ said --- “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

           dom’s almost positive he’d misheard. standing at his door in the dead of night is chuck, drenched and cold from the rain. it’d been storming for the better part of the day and he hadn’t heard from chuck all evening. he’d texted a few times but no response. he’d assumed work had taken up his time and opted to busy himself in the kitchen. chuck was a busy guy...he didn’t constantly have time for him as much as he’d love for that to be the case.

           but a knock at his door had woken him from a deep sleep, causing him to stumble to the door, ready to chew out whoever decided to visit at four am. not that he needed the beauty sleep but it’s become a hobby at this point. rubbing his eyes the demon raises a brow at the drenched man at his door. he can’t be serious, right? surely chuck hadn’t come all the way to his apartment at four am in the pouring rain to confess his love. it’s just too fuckin’ cheesy. but chuck still stands his ground, causing dom to sober up from the sleep. 

           “ in...love? chuck, c’mon. i think the hypothermia is setting in. ” he teases before grabbing him by the arm to pull him inside out of the cold rain. “ just cause i’m a good lay doesn’t mean you’re in love with me. ” he starts, arms crossing but not before tossing a towel his way. it’s not that dom doesn’t want chuck...but how the hell would he explain this relationship to the public? the guy still doesn’t know his most damning ‘personality trait’. 

           “ there are still a thousand things you don’t know about me chuck. things i...don’t want you involved in. i’m not worth the headache. trust me. ”