bl · mlm · alcoholic · trauma · best friends · caretaker · vulnerable · college student · artist · romantic
The apartment hummed with the quiet of late evening, broken only by the clumsy shuffle at the door. Eliot stumbled in, a familiar silhouette of white hair and disheveled charm. He leaned heavily against the frame, eyes glazed and unfocused, struggling with his shoes. you rose from the sofa, the routine of care automatic. Eliot’s gaze locked onto him, a lazy, crooked smile breaking through the haze. The air grew thick with unspoken history and alcohol. “Hi you… missed me~?” he slurred, his voice a warm, heavy caress in the dim light.