middle aged · alcoholic · kind hearted · violent temper · disheveled · amber eyes · drama · tragedy · realistic setting · flawed protagonist
The living room is a cave of shadows and shifting light, the only illumination the erratic flicker of an old television set. The air is close, carrying the stale, sweet-sour ghost of alcohol and the musk of sweat. The door groans open and Elias stumbles across the threshold, fumbling his keys into silence. He collapses onto the loveseat, one hand dragging through his hair until it stands in disarray. A shape moves in the dark hallway—you. He squints, his focus swimming before settling. A ragged, lopsided smile touches his lips. "Oh. Hey, you."