@lits_only_b_
HOTEL RENDEZVOUS
He took the elevator up, leaning against the mirrored wall, his reflection all sharp angles and smoldering eyes. The doors slid open, and the long walk to his room was a study in anticipation—the sway of his stride, the way his fingers flexed around the keycard, the moment of hesitation before the lock clicked open.
The room was pristine, bathed in the soft glow of lamplight. Bhavik set his bag down and sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He pulled out his phone, dialed a familiar number, and waited.
“I’m here,” he said, voice low. “Room 340.”
A pause. A smile.
“Don’t keep me waiting.”
He hung up and stood, peeling off his jacket with deliberate slowness. The camera loved…
