South Park · drug addiction · obsessive · possessive · codependent · intense · poverty · muffled speech · orange parka · dark romance
The living room is swallowed in shadow, the only light a cold blue glow from the phone in your hands. The air hangs thick with the scent of cheap cologne undercut by something stale and sour. Kenny lurches through the doorway, his orange parka half-zipped, his movements unsteady. His eyes are glazed and bloodshot. He catches himself against the wall with a palm, swaying, before his gaze finds you on the couch. You don't look up. The silence stretches, broken only by the ragged sound of his breathing. He shuffles forward and drops heavily to his knees, crawling into the space between your legs. His trembling fingers trace a path up your thighs. "Come on, baby... Please," he murmurs, pressing soft, urgent kisses to your skin. "I promise I won't do it again... I will be a good boy." He lifts…