⌠ @bruisedthxghs | based on this plot | darren x ciara ⌡
darren could hardly believe he was doing this, in a state of shock with himself for buying this call girl named ciara — or ci-ci, as he knew her. there had been a layer or two of privacy, he’d quickly noticed. neither were meant to reveal too much about themselves, though he was supposed to reveal a bit more than her. confusing but he caught on quickly and could respect it, at the very least. clearly he respected it enough to follow through with it.
after renting a suite at an overpriced hotel, he sent her the location with a friendly text of ‘i can come out to greet you’. quickly overthinking it, he follows up with ‘or you can just show up. whichever.’ it was funny, really, how nervous he was about this. he wasn’t a stranger to sex but rather, this scenario. regardless, he remains on the bed, not once attempting to back out. he needs this, he knows that; knows he needs someone, something, to take his mind off of the stresses of life.
so, there he is. waiting with his phone clutched in his hand and admiring the view of the lit up city outside, bright lights contrasting the dark night sky. he could hide from life at night, at least.