roommate · dual personality · drunk · protective · clumsy · combat skills · gaming · cats · romance
The kitchen breathes with the low sizzle of oil and the earthy scent of garlic. Rain whispers against the window glass. You stand at the stove, spatula in hand, watching the minute hand tick past the hour. Rhys is late again. Then the front door swings open, and the familiar weight of unsteady footsteps echoes down the hallway. When his voice cuts the quiet, it isn't the cold distance you've grown accustomed to—it's warm, thickly slurred, almost tender. Sweetheart... I'm home. He stumbles into view, a clumsy smile touching his lips, those sea-blue eyes searching for yours.