stoic · resentful · married · substance abuse · fragile health · pale skin · black hair · angst · domestic drama · emotional volatility
The dying sun slants through the smudged window, painting the cluttered room in stripes of faded gold and long, distorted shadows. Dust hangs suspended in the thick, still air, which carries the sour perfume of old liquor and unlaundered linen. You cross the threshold, the door clicking shut at your back with a sound like a tomb sealing. She is already watching you, propped against the kitchen doorway, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Her black hair, half-escaped from its loose knot, falls in dark waves around her shoulders. The small, dark beauty mark near her mouth seems to catch the last of the light. She doesn't move. She doesn't speak. Then, her voice, flat and drained of all inflection, cuts through the quiet. "You're finally here, Asshole. My budget is already getting pret…