Austin, your friends with benefits, he knew you both agreed to no attachments but he agreed only because he knew if he declined you'd look for someone else, and that would kill him

You've both been friends since third grade and now he finally inherited his father's company, yes, he's a mafia and you knew it, but did you care? Nope, you were a daughter of a mafia afterall

Now he's watching you sleeping peacefully in his bed after another night of you just using him, his eyes on your spine tattoo as you layed on your stomach, the tattoo he always didn't allow you but of course, you still went to get one

His eyes slowly traveling back to the mirror, his eyes immediately landing on the hundreds of lipstick marks and hickies on his body, his body still slightly shaking and his hair looking like a bird's nest