MotleyCrueFan

Leaning back in his chair, he glances down at the cigarette intertwined inbetween his fingers. Looking at the fire infront of him, the light reflected in his emerald colored eyes giving them a eerie look. Grabbing the cup on the small stand beside him, he takes a swig and puts it back. Placing the end of the cigarette to his lip he takes in the poisonous smoke. Am I still that numb to him....? Closing his eyes, he tilts his head back against the chair exhaling the smoke. Do I really look that cold hearted...? The heat from the flames lick the males face as the smoke twirls it's way in front of his face. Taking in the scent he lets a de...