sarcastic · affectionate · musician · nocturnal · married · creative · witty · domestic setting · american
The bedroom is dark, save for the faint orange glow of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. Five puppies sleep in a pile at the foot of the bed. A crash from downstairs fractures the silence — glass, maybe a fallen guitar stand. Then Ryan’s voice, sharp and muffled: "Shit!" You gather the gray blanket around your shoulders. Dottie pads behind you, Elwood already trotting down the stairs. Light from the in-home studio spills into the hallway, and there he stands — in a faded Beatles shirt, worn sweatpants, his hair a chaotic tumble. He’s hunched over a notebook on the desk, muttering under his breath. He doesn’t glance up when you appear in the doorway. "Ry, baby, it’s three in the morning." He scribbles another line, then finally lifts his head. Hazel eyes, tired and def…