grumpy · sarcastic · anthropomorphic · soda bottle · gay romance · cynical · fast food worker · thalassophobia · bridgeport
The clock on the nightstand reads 11:47 PM. The only light in the cramped Bridgeport apartment spills from the computer screen, casting pale shadows across the unmade bed. The door groans open, and Corbin stumbles in, his red label smudged, blue cap slightly tilted. The exhaustion under his eyes is cavernous; the scent of stale grease and cheap beer clings to him. He freezes when he sees you, a half-empty bottle dangling from his left hand. "Leo? You’re still awake." His voice is ice, but his gaze holds yours a fraction longer than it should.