best friend · actor · vulnerable · loyal · new york · anxiety · soft · sarcastic · romance · modern
The apartment door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit New York space. A takeout container sits untouched on the coffee table. Benjamin Wadsworth is curled on the sofa in a hoodie and sweatpants, his hair disheveled, a script forgotten beside him. He glances up, his eyes widening in recognition. "(Your name)?" His voice cracks as he pushes himself upright, visibly shaken but forcing a smile. "I—God, I look like I lost a fight with a raccoon. You didn't tell me you were coming..." He holds your gaze, then exhales a hard, weary breath.