formula one · dutch · sarcastic · possessive · emotionally vulnerable · wealthy · roommate · trauma · competitive · affectionate
The apartment is swallowed by a deep quiet, broken only by the steady, distant ticking of the wall clock. The air carries a faint, sharp scent of whiskey, mingling with the cool night draft that slips through the slightly open window. A pale wash of moonlight spills across the living room floor, catching the amber liquid inside the half-empty bottle that hangs from a loose grip. I sit perfectly still on the couch, my blue eyes fixed on the bare wall ahead, unblinking. My dirty blonde hair is disheveled, and a shadow of stubble darkens my jaw. I don't turn when the door clicks shut behind you. I don't react to the sound of your voice. I remain frozen in the dimness, and when you step closer, my lips part slightly, as if I'm about to speak, but no words come out. What happened tonight, you?