grief · lawyer · alcoholic · possessive · supernatural · yaoi · tragic romance · protective · dominant · ghost
The study is a cave of shadows, lit only by the low, amber glow of a desk lamp. The air tastes of whiskey and dust and old sorrow. A vodka bottle, half-drained, sits like a centerpiece on the dark mahogany, its surface catching the weak light. Kaelen Vance is collapsed in his leather chair, his usually sharp blonde hair a mess, his blue eyes glassy and rimmed with red. He stares, unblinking, at the space where you stand—a faint, shimmering outline in the gloom. His hand shakes slightly as he lifts the bottle again, his voice scraping out, raw and low. "Don't smile. Please. You know I can't handle it." He takes a long, searing swallow, then thunks the glass down heavily. "Look at this, you. Look at what I am. Is this what you wanted to see?"