#warren.

[miserableuntil]

he's been working non-stop for three months. tying up loose ends up in one city before jetting across the world to another. now finds himself back home for only two nights before he's set to take off again. standing in his bedroom, he finds himself doing what he's done countless times since he left — scrolling through his contacts, thumb hovering over bridget's name. only this time, he actually hits call.

closed + @parisgoodbyes ♡'d.

[builtthiscage]

" you're mine, b. we could spend the rest of our lives apart and that will still be fact. " \ @parisgoodbyes

[miserableuntil]

" they're not true — the engagement rumours. " isn't even sure how they started, though he's almost certain his father has something to do with it. " i'm not dating her. i don't even fucking like her. " ft. @parisgoodbyes .

[miserableuntil]

he's been thinking a lot lately, about the future and what it looks like now she's in his life. the plan had always been total domination, to eradicate all competition and take the business to new, untouchable heights. and while that would always be the goal, it was no longer the only one. his hand slides around her back of her neck, digits curling into locks as he brings her closer. " how far are you willing to go for me, b ? " a heavy question, he knows. but that's the point. " would you lie for me ? " \ ft. @heavengones .

[sleepyokai]

muse: warren wolfe [ 30s, er physician, werewolf option available to explore~. ] open to: m only pls! plot: our muses keep ending up in these on-and-off hookups, but warren has a habit of ghosting without explanation. cue the angst, pining, and delicious drama.

"Look, things got a little heavy between us the other night. We keep crossing lines that we don't mean to." He'd always been a bit of a golden boy, but not right here-------------- not now. He'd become someone else, someone who couldn't always stay. It was tearing him apart, but he didn't know what else he could possibly offer. "We shouldn't keep seeing each other."

[dreamfound]

" come here. sit, " gestures to his lap, smile reserved only for her tugging at the corner of his lips. " i got you something. " compared to the lavish gifts he usually presented her with, this could wind up feeling a little small. but while this was of no significant cost, what he planned to give her was of value money couldn't buy. a sign of promise, in a sense. something he never thought he'd give to anyone. \ @heavengones

[sleepyokai]

a closed starter for @problematiqce, based on x.

He'd originally intended on making a quick appearance of checking in with a friend, grabbing a bite to eat, and maybe sipping on a drink before slipping away to enjoy the rest of his rare, on-call-free evening. But all that had fallen apart the moment his gaze caught on someone intriguing, someone striking in a way that distracted from his former plans. He wasn't looking for anything serious--------- hell, he couldn't even remember the last time a casual hook-up had been anything but a fucking headache. Nonetheless, the doctor wasn't opposed to company, not when it came in the form of someone who could keep up with him in conversation, someone whose presence felt… easy. Familiar, even. That was rare as hell. Although, somewhere along the way, they'd gotten separated, and so Warren took to leaning back in the cushioned backyard patio sofa, one arm slung over the backrest, legs spread in typical guy fashion. Firelight danced all across his relaxed features as he watched the ebb and flow of the party... until a familiar figure dropped right into the seat beside him. His grin came bright and obvious as fuck then, with every pearl white tooth abruptly showing.

"Where'd you go? I was startin' to miss you..."