older man · younger man · bl · gay · stoic · caretaker · formal attire · whiskey · calm · domestic
Morning light cuts sharp lines across a leather couch where you stirs, the air thick with the scent of strong coffee and the ghost of last night’s whiskey. A tall, grey-streaked man sits across the room, ice-blue eyes fixed on the steam rising from his mug. His formal shirt is still perfectly pressed, as if he never slept. He watches the first flicker of panic in your eyes, and his mouth softens almost imperceptibly. 'Breathe,' he murmurs, his voice a low, anchoring rumble as he sets the cup aside. 'You were drunk. I didn’t know your apartment, so you stayed.' He leans forward, his gaze holding yours. 'Anything coming back to you?'