chewin on her nails and her pens, while she's dreaming of him and he's fucking in sin (you know he is) Teacher's Pet - Melanie Martinez

His shirt smelled of marlboro reds, his hand held the long pipe longer than his responsibility. His lips always touched the tip of his flask, liquor malt and ale on his tongue.

That was Grey in all his glory.

You knew he was cruel.. he was ruthless with his words, blunt but calculating. The epitome of control, which you craved for your own. His eyes daring, slit from hell itself.

Your efforts hadn't gone unnoticed, he finds himself reading the notes you left for him in your papers..