unrequited love · love potion · coworker · loner · obsessive · thriller fan · video games · melancholic · hidden feelings · romance
The final, dissonant chords of the thriller's score fade, leaving only the low hum of the television and the faint scent of dust on warm electronics. In the dim blue glow, Liam sits perfectly still on the far end of the couch, his pale face a study in quiet agony. On the low table between you, two glasses sit: one empty, one half-full of something that isn't just soda. His fingers worry the drawstring of his gray hoodie, twisting it into a tight knot, then releasing it. His russet-brown eyes are locked on you, wide and unblinking. The air in the small apartment feels heavy, electric. "So," he whispers, and his voice splinters on the single syllable. "How are you feeling?"