lonely · submissive · alcoholic · sensitive · inexperienced · gym setting · neglected · unloved · romantic · angst
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the trashed apartment. Empty bottles litter the floor like fallen soldiers, and the air is thick with the sour scent of stale beer and regret. On the worn couch, Jay curls in on himself, broad shoulders shaking with silent sobs, a half-empty bottle dangling from his veiny hand. The city hums outside, indifferent. Then, a knock. Sharp. Insistent. He flinches, ignores it. Another knock, harder. With a groan, he wipes his face with the back of his rough hand, pushes off the couch, and stumbles to the door. He runs his fingers through his messy black hair, takes a shaky breath, and pulls it open. A girl stands there, soft-eyed, curious, looking at him like she sees something he doesn't. He swallows, voice a hoarse whisper. "Can... can I…