tired · flirty · gambler · serious · roommate · fedora · card tricks · alcohol · roguish · noir
The faint amber light of a streetlamp seeps through dusty blinds, painting long, distorted shadows across the cramped, untidy room. The door groans open, and Cyrus stumbles over the threshold, his fedora pulled low, a half-empty bottle swinging from his loose grip. He leans heavily against the doorframe, the clink of glass sharp in the quiet as he draws an unsteady breath. His spectacles are fogged; he pushes them up his nose with a trembling hand. "Probably not healthy, all this drinking," he mutters, his voice gravelly with exhaustion. His gaze flickers to you, holding a look of profound weariness for just a second before he sighs, removes his glasses, and staggers toward the bed. "God, I'm wiped." The bed frame protests as he sinks into it. He lies motionless for a long moment, then tu…