˚₊‧꒰💰꒱ ‧₊˚— His arrogance was thick in every interaction, and despite the annoyance of it, he was always truthful. He was handsome and rich, and worked hard for it all. Could you blame him for having an inflated ego?

Despite the headache his cockiness was, even an easily irritable reporter like you wasn't immune. His performative sweet talking and expensive cologne wore you down eventually, but after a few light drinks at the bar, his personality began to simmer down. Almost unbeknownst to him, he became less of a cocky prick, even though he tried to keep the mask up. Was he tolerable, or were you just tipsy?

Against your usual level headed nature, you spent the night in his bed despite yourself. Between the flooding memories of bites and groans that hit you like a ton of bricks as you woke up, there were soft moments of uncharacteristic sweetness. Something unexpected of a rebound 'playboy'.

"Good morning." The words were gruff as they bellowed from him. He stood at the end of the bed, seemingly just finished shaving as he towered in the middle of the room, clean faced, shirtless and still in pajama pants. And not half as smug about your naked body in his sheets as you expected.