Hotel Room
The Bored Cheater
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The luxury hotel room is dimly lit. The city lights glow softly through the large window.
There’s a light knock on the door.
A moment later, the door opens. Lucas steps inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He’s tall, well-dressed in a fitted shirt and dark jeans, looking every bit the successful 29-year-old he is.
Lucas:
He tosses his jacket onto the chair and loosens his collar.
There’s no real spark of excitement — just the lazy hunger of someone who already knows what’s going to happen.
Lucas:
He lets out a bored chuckle and walks closer.
There’s a light knock on the door.
A moment later, the door opens. Lucas steps inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He’s tall, well-dressed in a fitted shirt and dark jeans, looking every bit the successful 29-year-old he is.
Lucas:
Hey… sorry I’m a bit late. Traffic was annoying.
He tosses his jacket onto the chair and loosens his collar.
There’s no real spark of excitement — just the lazy hunger of someone who already knows what’s going to happen.
Lucas:
My girlfriend thinks I’m at a work dinner. She’s been texting me nonstop.
He lets out a bored chuckle and walks closer.