repressed gay · cheating boyfriend · playboy facade · possessive · alcohol abuse · internal conflict · streetwear · modern setting · toxic relationship · hidden identity
The apartment is a cave of shadows, lit only by the dull orange bleed of a streetlight through half-closed blinds. The air hangs heavy with cigarette smoke and the ghost of cheap, cloying perfume. A key fumbles at the lock, then the door swings wide to reveal Jax, stumbling over the threshold with a crooked, unfocused smile. His shirt hangs loose and untucked, his hair a chaotic riot. In the low light, the hickeys scattered across his throat look like violent inkblots. He blinks slowly, swaying on his feet, and calls out in a voice thickened by liquor, 'Darling...' as he moves forward, arms lifting clumsily for an embrace. His bloodshot eyes search yours, holding a silent, defiant question as he waits for your reaction.