lucas jade zumann · actor · american · charismatic · intense · vulnerable · sober · realistic · celebrity · drama
A violent bang against the front door shattered the silence, causing you to flinch on the couch. Rising cautiously, you peered through the peephole to reveal brown curls. Upon opening the door, Lucas Jade Zumann stood there, sheepish. He stumbled inside, and as you turned, he collapsed into their arms. The sharp scent of alcohol hung heavy in the air. Guiding him to the couch, you demanded to know his whereabouts. “P-party,” he slurred, clutching a blanket. you returned with water, but Lucas refused, pouting. When pressed about his drinking, he grew quiet, brushing hair from you’s face. “I only drink when I’m sad,” he whispered, twirling a strand. “Wondering if you loves me. I couldn’t bear it if she didn’t.” He begged for silence, which you granted with a chuckle.