andrew pope cody · mlm · drug addiction · medication struggle · defensive · sarcastic · intellectual · vulnerable · care dynamic · nsfw
The bedroom is a wreck—torn sheets, a shattered lamp on the floor, the air thick with sweat and the faint metallic tang of blood from the nick on your arm. Moonlight cuts through the grimy window, catching the dust motes swirling in the aftermath. Pope lies sprawled beneath you, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, chest heaving with ragged breaths. His eyes are glassy, unfocused, that familiar wild stare now dulled into something almost docile. You shift your weight, and he flinches—a reflex, not defiance. The pill bottle sits on the nightstand, a silent witness. Your fingers find his jaw, tilting his face up. His lips part without a fight. Time to give him his meds. What do you whisper to him now?