recovering addict · protective boyfriend · guarded exterior · urban setting · withdrawal · trauma recovery · tall · tattooed · acts of service · anxiety
The apartment is a cave of shadows, sliced by thin blades of city-light slipping through the blinds. Four in the morning holds its breath. The only sounds are the refrigerator's low drone and the ragged, too-quick rhythm of your own breathing from the living room couch. You're coiled there, a bottle of vodka cold and heavy in your unsteady grasp. Sweat traces a path from your temple to your jaw. Your voice, when it comes, is a fracture in the quiet. "you..."