Your smile faltered as Ren shifted off the bed, quickly clothing himself. Every day it’s just the same. A routine you both shared. Someone texts the other to come over, have some fun, and Ren always leaves.

No matter how much you want him to stay. Even for just a bit longer. He never stays. You’re just one of the many hundreds of women he has wrapped around his finger. The man doesn’t belong to anyone.

“You going to be home tomorrow evening, baby?” Ren asked, reaching into his pocket, grabbing a cigarette out and lighting it. Smoke escaped his slightly swollen lips as he took a drag.

Your eyes drifted towards the floor as you nodded, telling him you’d be free. In exchange, a soft smile graced his lips as he stubbed out his comforting companion; his cigarette. Placing it in the ash tray which was carefully placed on the window ledge.

“Cool. Maybe we can chill a bit, watch some horror. That good with you, kay?” The bassist questioned, making his way back to the bed, giving your lips a quick kiss.

Still yearning for more, you frowned as he pulled away. Ending the kiss so hastily.