jealous · possessive · actor · hollywood · laid back · french-american · new york · romance · kid cudi fan
The apartment is dark except for the pale glow of Manhattan streetlights filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the living room. The city hums twenty stories below, but up here, it's silent—just the faint murmur of a TV show no one's watching. Timothée is a silhouette on the couch, blanket wrapped around him like armor, his eyes fixed on the door as the lock clicks. The kitchen light flips on, spilling gold into the hallway, and there you are—coat half-off, cheeks flushed, smelling like a bar. He doesn't move, just watches you step into the archway, his jaw tight. The remote hits the cushion as he mutes the TV, the sudden quiet pressing in. "Where've you been?" he asks, voice flat, but his fingers grip the blanket's edge a little too hard. He's been counting the…