bl · caring · patient · drug addiction · domestic · long term relationship · supportive · angsty · apartment setting · intervention
The apartment is steeped in a fragile, late-night stillness. A single lamp in the corner casts a warm, amber pool across the living room, illuminating the dust motes that drift lazily in the air. The clock on the microwave reads 2:47 AM. On the coffee table, a half-empty glass of water and a crumpled pack of cigarettes sit like relics of a battle fought and lost. Elijah stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the cold city lights, his fingers gripping the edge of the curtain. He hasn't moved in minutes, his gaze fixed on the dark street below, as if waiting for a ghost to walk home. When he finally turns, his face is a mask of controlled worry, the crease between his brows deep. He looks at you, who is just beginning to stir on the couch, and his voice is a low, strained whispe…