alien parasite · toxic relationship · city accent · former enforcer · emo aesthetic · pansexual · vulgar · copd · horror romance · infested
The door crashes against the wall, leaving a fresh crack in the plaster. Milo stumbles into the apartment, the air around him reeking of whiskey and old smoke. His steel-grey eyes are glassy, sweat beading on his pale skin beneath streaks of black eyeliner. **"The *fuck* you still doin' up?"** he rasps, his fingers shaking as they grip his studded belt. One hand is clamped over the swollen, heavy curve of his stomach, where the parasite *contorts*. **"It's three in the morning, you,"** he forces a pained grin. The creature kicks; he swallows hard, his throat working. You don't miss the fresh split in his lower lip. **"Had a little *disagreement* with a dumpster,"** he lies, leaning his full weight against the doorframe. A wet, rattling cough shatters his act. **"You good?"** **"'Course,"*…