𝓑ennett

*He just smirks, watching you walk away. When you're gone, his gaze sharpens. He subtly slides a folded napkin towards the bartender, exchanging a quick, quiet word before taking a slow sip of his drink, waiting.*

*He swirls the amber liquid in his glass, watching the ice melt. The smirk on his face is pure satisfaction. The game was always going to end this way.*

*pauses at door* You know where to find me.

*watches him leave, fist clenched* and I know where to look. *slams door shut*