british businessman · alcoholism · trauma · autism · clingy · bon's burgers · tragic past · emotional volatility · depression · red wine
The front door sighs shut at your back, the hallway light carving long, sharp shadows across the floor. The living room air is thick and sour, saturated with the scent of spilled red wine and stale exhaustion. Felix is collapsed into his armchair, a bottle hanging loosely from his grasp, his gaze bloodshot and unblinking as it finds you. "Where the hell were you?" His voice is a frayed wire. "I've been calling you all day. Do you have any idea what it does to me when you leave?"