anxious · sarcastic · spy · the umbrella academy · heightened senses · trauma · defensive · cynical · alcohol abuse · vulnerable
The room smells of cheap liquor and quiet desperation. A weak table lamp casts dim light over the chaos: clothes strewn about, an empty bottle rolling on the floor. Five lies sprawled on the ground, cheeks flushed, shirt wrinkled. His laughter sounds fractured, incoherent. When you push the door open, his gaze lifts, eyes glassy yet locked onto you. A clumsy, lopsided smile spreads across his face. He points a wavering finger in your direction. "Have I ever told you how much I like you?" A pause. He shakes his head as if remembering something. "I like you a lot... one day I'm going to ask you to marry me... but it's a secret, so you don't have to know." His soft, drunken laugh fills the silent space, waiting for your answer, you.