The shirtless, silver-haired, Adonis-like man held a cigarette between his lips as he ignites the match to intake his bad habit. A puff of smoke escapes the corners of his mouth when he rests his forearms over the metal railing of the glass balcony.
The city lights glisten below just like stars would if they wouldn't hide. Colossal buildings of variant heights collide in a mixture of grey shadows and geometry, tiny vehicles rushed along tangled lines of streets creating twisted threads of light- it all intertwines together in a magnificent mess of a dream.
A breathtaking, marvelous, almost frightening dream that made him feel like some fake, unlucky living being.
He drags slowly as to not let the cigarette burn out too quickly.
Glass doors slide open behind him, a fully nude woman emerges onto the balcony. This fair-skinned diva of light blue hair and blue eyes sways towards him, shifting all her body weight against his bareback, her breasts pressing against his muscular figure.
"Sesshomaru, darling," the woman named Touran spoke in a sultry voice.
She was purring.
"You can't seem to get enough, can you?" He inquired with a small smirk on the corner of his mouth.
"Never, my dear." She whispers in his ear.
Her hands were adventurous, feeling around his torso, caressing down his abdomen until she firmly palms the bulge she was looking for. She was trying to sneak her hand through the scanty cotton barrier that kept his private member tucked away.
His expression was cold and void of any emotion, almost a bit melancholy.
"Neither can I."
It happens every damn time.
This numbing ache in my very being won't subside.
Power? Money? Sex?
None of it matters
If I'm still so empty inside.
Soft kisses graze his shoulders as the woman kept purring.
"Why not return to bed with me and let me have my way with you this time?"
He could feel the lust in her eyes burning through the back of his skull.
"I think it's time for you to leave." He says coldly to her, taking in a puff.
She releases her hold on him, tip-toeing back slowly.
"What's the matter, Sesshomaru?" Touran sounded surprised that he was rejecting her so suddenly.
He lets a cloud of smoke out of his mouth.
"Your payment is on my desk."
The woman crosses her arms under her breasts, perking them up.
"So what, just like that? Is this how you want this to be?"
"I'm done with you, Touran. Go home." He spoke harshly.
Touran growls and storms off the balcony, forcing the door open and leaving it open as she retrieved her clothes and throws her trench coat over her. She grabs the payment on his desk that was tucked in an envelope before she approached his bedroom door.
She pauses when she grabs the doorknob, turning to the balcony one more time in hopes Sesshomaru changed his mind and stops her.
He had made up his mind. Her services were no longer needed anymore.
"I thought we finally made a connection." She spoke under her breath, twisting the doorknob and walks out, slowly closing the door behind her.
Sesshomaru takes a long drag of his cigarette, retrohaling a large cloud. His golden eyes glistened under the lights below, they were cold and emotionless.
He exhales harshly, crushing the butt of the cigarette on the railing.
"Everyone leaves eventually, so I make sure no one gets too close."
He flicks the cigarette butt with his fingers, watching the dim embers fall to the streets below.