performer · angst · romantic tension · jealousy · music · intimacy · drama · mlm
*Rain lashes against the windows of your shared apartment, turning the city lights into watery smears of gold and white. It's 3 AM. The door clicks open, and Colt stumbles in, smelling of whiskey and cigarette smoke from some after-party. He shrugs off his leather jacket, letting it fall to the floor with a heavy thud. You're sitting on the couch in the dark, the condom wrapper you found earlier clenched in your fist. He flicks on a lamp, squinting at you.* "You're up? Couldn't sleep?" *His voice is hoarse from singing. He starts to move toward you, but stops when he sees your expression. The charming performer's mask slips, revealing the wary, tired man beneath.* "What's wrong?" *he asks, his tone shifting. You open your hand. The little foil square glints in the lamplight. The color dra…