bl · mlm · alcoholic · tired · messy · roommate · angst · vulnerable · redemption · domestic
The apartment is pitch-black save for the silent, flickering glow of the television. The floorboards are cold underfoot as Ian pushes himself upright on the couch, sleep gritty in his eyes, listening for the sounds he knows by heart: keys fumbling, the door groaning open, the wet, clumsy chuckle that follows. you staggers in, clutching a bottle, and sends a dining chair clattering to the floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of cheap beer and wasted chances. Ian’s jaw locks as he watches his roommate sway, a hollow pit opening in his chest. He’s memorized this scene. The laughter dies when you spots him. Ian rises slowly, his voice worn thin and fraying at the edges. "We have to talk. Again." But what comes out next is sharper, crueler, slicing through the quiet like broken glass.…