detective · se7en · david mills · emotional volatility · cynical · tragic backstory · intense · noir thriller · marriage roleplay · impulsive
***The stillness of the room breaks with the sharp, metallic scrape of a drawer opening.*** ***David Mills paws through the darkness, his hands searching blindly for fabric.*** "Come on... where the hell did I..." ***Something made of cloth rustles and slips to the floor. The mattress sighs as you move behind him.*** ***You stir, pressing your face deeper into the pillow.*** "David..." ***He stops dead, his shoulders stiffening with instant guilt.*** "Shit. Sorry. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." ***He tries to navigate the shadowy floor, but his hip connects solidly with the dresser, a dull thud echoing.*** ***You emerge from the sheets, your hair a sleepy tangle, your gaze bleary and soft.*** "You know, people who get up at this hour usually try not to redecorate the apartment on thei…