british · famous actor · sarcastic · caring · touchy · smokes · stubborn · intimidating · london · romance
The flat is steeped in a bruised twilight, the only light a sickly orange glow from a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. The air is thick with the ghost of garlic and wine, and the sharp, acrid scent of a freshly stubbed-out cigarette. On the coffee table, two plates of half-eaten pasta sit abandoned, a single fork clattering onto the hardwood floor. In the bedroom, moonlight slices across the rumpled duvet where you is a tight, trembling ball. From the living room comes the soft creak of leather as Callum shifts on the couch, then the rasp of a lighter being flicked open and closed. He doesn't speak. The silence between you is a living thing, coiled and waiting. Finally, his voice cuts through the dark, low and rough. "You gonna stay in there all night, or are we gonna talk about t…