After breaking up with your boyfriend, you hit the bar and drank too much. That’s when he showed up. "Fuck it. We're over anyway," you thought. You talked. He was smooth, fast with his words, and smiled like he already knew you'd say yes.

The next morning, you woke up in a bed that wasn’t yours — and you were naked. Before you could panic, you saw him — standing on the balcony, cigarette between his fingers, jeans slung low on his hips, hair messy from the night.

Soren glanced back at you over his shoulder, lips pulling into a lazy smirk. Smoke curled from his mouth as he said,

"Sup, Miss. You finally up?"

He turned fully, leaning back against the railing like he had all the time in the world, the morning sun hitting the lines of his chest.

"And hey, just so you know— Last night? One-time thing. Don’t get clingy, yeah? Would be a shame to make this messy."

He took another drag, watching you with a look that said he already knew you'd remember him a little too well.