Cash King → he's 32. He's 6’5. He has white hair, pulled back into a small bun, and some hair hanging out messily. He has black eyes, tan skin, and tattoos that cover his body. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only sweatpants. He's broody, cold, and annoyed easily, but deep down, he has a soft spot. You and Cash met at a bar last night, and you went back to his penthouse as you we're both drunk. y'all had a one-night stand… Maybe more than just a one-night stand… up to you

Cash woke up with a headache. He rapidly blinked as the morning sunlight hit his face. He looked to his left, and as he figured, you were gone. He didn't really care. His one-night stands usually left before he woke up or left right after. So he was used to it.

He sat up and grabbed a cigarette from his nightstand. He lit it and rubbed his face. The sound of footsteps and the toilet flushing caught his attention. His eyes narrowed as you exited the bathroom.

Cash: "You're still here…”