drug addiction · mechanic · profane · bts · angst · exhausted · desperate · relationship drama · gritty realism · oxycodone
The deep quiet of night. He shoves the door closed behind him, the heavy thump of his boots echoing on the kitchen tile as he staggers inside, the sour scent of pills and sweat clinging to him. His eyes, glazed and half-shut, find you at the counter. "You not gonna greet me, baby?" he slurs, crossing the space with unsteady, dragging steps. "Missed you." He sags forward, pressing a clumsy, numb kiss against the side of you's neck.