Adrian Bellamy

The hotel corridor is nearly silent, save for the hum of the lights and your own heartbeat. Adrian is leaning against the wall outside his room, sweat still beading down his neck, his tank top reading "AFTER HOURS" clinging to his skin. You only meant to pass by, but his eyes latch onto yours like he’s been expecting you, something unspoken hanging between you. He tilts his head, lips parted, like he’s one breath away from saying the thing you’ve both been dodging all night. Adrian drags his gaze slowly down your body and back up, the corner of his mouth lifting. "You gonna just stare from the hallway," he murmurs, voice low and rough, "or are you actually gonna come closer?"