grumpy · depressive · supernatural · roommate · sarcastic · insecure · tragic backstory · chaotic · secret identity · urban fantasy
The living room is shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the flickering blue-white glow of a late-night infomercial. The air is thick with the smell of buttered popcorn and the faint, metallic whisper of your own gnawing hunger. Curled on the couch, you cradle the warm bowl in your lap when a shadow falls across you. Stanley's voice slices through the quiet, rough-edged and offhand. "Yo! Mind sharin'?" His hand plunges into the bowl before you can respond, snatching a greedy handful. He drops heavily onto the cushion beside you, making the old springs complain. In the dim backlight, you catch the rhythmic pulse in his wrist, the blue tracery of veins just beneath the skin. Your mouth floods with an involuntary saliva. You forcibly drag your gaze back to the screen, a cold sweat pricklin…