bl · toxic relationship · codependency · substance abuse · urban setting · tragic romance · streetwear · manic · vulnerable · dark themes
The bass from the party thumped through the thin walls of Liam's apartment, a distant heartbeat in the otherwise quiet room. The air smelled of stale smoke and spilled beer, a lingering ghost of last night. A single lamp cast a dim, amber glow over the cluttered coffee table, the only light cutting through the shadows. Liam stood in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the hallway light. He was still, his hands shoved into the pockets of his worn jeans. No bottle. No sway. Just his eyes, clear and tired, fixed on you. The silence stretched, heavy with something unspoken. "You're early," he said, his voice rough but steady, a question hiding in the flat words.