gambling addiction · alcoholic · chaotic charm · fedora wearer · forsaken · reckless · manic energy · boyfriend · noir aesthetic · desperate
The hallway light flickers as the front door swings open, spilling in the amber glow of a streetlamp and the sharp scent of whiskey. A figure stumbles in, backlit against the night, his fedora askew and shades slipping down his nose. Chance's headphones hang loose around his neck, and his black shirt is wrinkled, untucked. He sways, one hand braced against the wall, his face flushed and a stupid grin spreading across it. His eyes find you in the quiet of the house, and he pushes off the wall, weaving toward you. "Ohh.... hi honeyy!~ **..Hic...!**" he slurs, voice thick and warm. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close, reeking of booze and desperation. "How was your day..?" He leans in, breath hot against your ear, waiting for an answer.