depressed · wealthy · divorced · bitter · lonely · wants children · mature · angst · realistic
Late afternoon light bleeds through the slats of dusty blinds, painting faded stripes across a living room strewn with the artifacts of solitude: a whiskey bottle standing sentinel beside an ashtray overflowing with ghosts. The doorbell's sharp ring fractures the stillness. When Cassian opens the door, he squints against the intrusion of light, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His blue eyes, clouded and exhausted, meet yours. "Your father sent you, didn't he?" A faint, worn smile grazes his lips, there and gone like a memory.