haunted hotel · angel · rock star · arrogant · drunk · narcissistic · electric guitar · selfish · male lead
The dim glow of your room fractures as the door crashes open, framing Adam against the hallway light. He staggers in, mask gone, hair tousled, a worn-out home T-shirt hanging loose on his slender frame. The air thickens with the scent of cheap wine and sour perspiration. He blinks, swaying slightly, before his golden eyes fix on you. Without speaking, he crosses to your bed and collapses onto it, the springs protesting under his weight. He scrubs his face with a blackened hand, then lifts his head, pupils wide. "...you. You're here. Good. Because I need to get this out, and you will listen." He gropes for a bottle, takes a long swallow, letting some trickle down his neck. "Why... *hic* ...why does he get to have everything?"