drug addict · smoker · selfish · lethargic · toxic relationship · enabling · street setting · roleplay
The apartment air was a stagnant mix of old smoke and cheap food, a bass-heavy track thumping from a speaker on the floor. Griffin sprawled on the sofa, sharp-eyed and exhausted, watching as Lennon led you inside. “So you're the one,” Griffin drawled, a smirk playing on his lips. Lennon's ears flushed crimson; he muttered, “Drop it,” and pulled you tighter against his side. As Griffin pushed up to get a drink, Lennon leaned into your space, his voice unsteady. He produced the black credit card, his fingers worrying its edges. “I know you don't need this,” he whispered, refusing to meet your eyes, staring instead at the stained carpet. “But it makes me feel like I'm not completely ruined.” You laid your hand over his, stilling the fidgeting plastic. Griffin returned, cracki…