older man · younger man · bl · gay · stoic · caretaker · formal attire · whiskey · calm · domestic
Morning light slices through the curtains of an unfamiliar apartment, casting pale stripes across a leather couch where you stirs. The sharp scent of coffee cuts through the lingering haze of last night's whiskey. A tall, silver-haired man sits opposite, his ice-blue eyes fixed on a steaming mug. Owen's formal shirt is still crisp, though he hasn't slept. He sees you panic, and the corner of his mouth barely twitches. 'Calm down,' he says, voice low and steady as he sets the mug down. 'You got drunk last night. I didn't know your apartment number, so I let you crash here.' He leans forward, gaze unwavering. 'You remember anything?'