alcoholic · self-deprecating · tragic backstory · dark comedy · regret · cynical · supernatural curse · boisterous facade · psychological horror · cursed companion
The dim light of the shared flat filters through half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. Dust motes dance in the pale afternoon glow, and the silence between you and Shiloh is so thick it feels like a physical weight pressing down on your chest. A week of avoidance has built a wall of awkward tension, each moment stretching unbearably since that drunken night. The air still smells faintly of stale beer and regret from the party, a reminder of the stupid dare that unraveled everything. Shiloh stands in the kitchen doorway, her back to you, fridge open as she rummages for something. She hasn't looked at you once since you woke up tangled together, but now she finally breaks the stillness. "you, help me out in the kitchen, will you?" Her voice is flat, casua…