PlayBoy CuPid {manXman}

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Image: Caspian ^^^^^^^
Song: Driver's license by Olivia Rodrigo

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When Caspian left Justice, he had no where to go to. He had so many thoughts. He felt scared, freed, hurt and broken. Completely broke. He had given his best years to Justice just to see their marriage work out but look what he is paid with?

Betrayal. Cheat. Hurt. Absolutely loveless. He fears he might not make it without justice and might end up going back to him.

He felt freed because the relationship he was coming from was too toxic to stay in. He needed to get away. He had to go away for a bit to clear his head. He had built all his life around Justice but now that justice had made his choice, he had to start all over again and that hurt more than anything else.

He felt broken not because of what justice had done but because he actually loved Justice to death. His whole world revolved around him and only him. He cut off all his friends and family to be with Justice because Justice felt too insecure.

So with a bottle of whiskey in his hands hanging out his car's window. He drove far. He drove without knowing when or where to stop. He just kept going and going further away from his home. He wasn't even tired nor sleepy. All he felt was rage and pain.

The more he thought about it the less sense it made to him. He couldn't believe Justice had actually not loved him sincerely all these years. When he infact gave him his all. His everything. His whole damn life. The best years he could've ever given someone or even himself.

"Ugh! Not now you stupid car! Can't you see I'm wallowing here" he hit the stirring wheel of the car roughly, banging a hard blow onto it causing the horn to go peeeeeep.

Apparently the fuel is almost finished and that annoyed the shit outta him. He'd been driving none-stop for almost two days now. No food, no stopping for gas, no water, no resting. All he ever consumed was alcohol. He even wondered how he made it thus far.

The whiskey in his system wasn't doing the job it was supposed to do, it was supposed to make him so high that he'll crush and burn and probably meet his maker, if not then meet with the devil himself. But all that alcohol did was make him feel numb.

It didn't make him forget Justice like it was supposed to, all it did was make him recall all those memories, not even the good ones, the depressive ones and that even made him feel more numb.

"Ugh" he groans. "Weakling" He muttered under his breath obviously referring to the car.

He rolled his eyes... knowing he had to stop to get gas was upsetting on whole new different levels!

He pulled up in the nearby filling station he could find. He didn't realize his surroundings. All he focused on was getting gas. He couldn't however shake the background noise that was blasting.

He looked around and saw a big building written "SAINT ANTONIO HOTEL's AND CASINO's"

He took in how crazily busy the area was, sexy women in bikinis and furthers. Men in suites. The richness of the building screamed no peasants, he couldn't possibly know exactly how he had missed all that. But something he couldn't miss was that he needed a refill on his alcohol supplies. He is already out and needs more.

He looked down at himself and realized he looked horrible. There was no way he'd be allowed in the club house looking like that, so he decided to book a room.

After getting the gas, he drove towards the hotel building. He handed his keys to a valet and made his way to the reception.
He booked a room. They handed him his key card, they helped carried his luggage to his room.

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He took a shower. Standing in front of the mirror he realized how truly terrible he looked. He had bags and dark circles underneath his eyes. He's grown stubbles. He looked really pale. And he's grown thinner.

The fact that he left Justice behind didn't guarantee him to look so horrible. So he decided to clean himself up before going out. He shaved. Applied a little bit of makeup to cover up his bags.

He got dressed after that. He wore a simple black suit pant, a white suit shirt and left the first three buttons undone to show off his pecks. He then wore his shoes and slipped on his suit's jacket.

He made his way out to the clubhouse with the plan to get shit faced in mind.

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