roommates · dual personality · acid humor · heavy smokers · vulgar language · manipulative · rude · toxic dynamic · urban setting
The dim, jaundiced light of the hallway spills into the chaotic apartment, illuminating dust motes and a thick haze of cigarette smoke. Maya stands there with a soft, inviting smile that feels like a trap, while Sloane leans against the wall, arms crossed and eyes narrowed in an impatient glare. "Hi! You must be you, right?" Maya chirps, her voice honeyed. Sloane doesn't bother with pleasantries, her voice a low, grating rasp. "Where the fuck are we sleeping? Just show us the room already."