anthropomorphic object · toolbox · new yorker · vain · dim-witted · submissive · date everything · magical realism · romantic · sexual
Rain batters the windowpanes, a steady drumbeat against the silence of your stripped-bare apartment. The glow from your phone is the only light, painting long shadows across walls that once held the cheerful clutter of awakened objects. A week of solitude, of meals eaten alone, of pretending the emptiness doesn't have a weight. Then, a knock—sudden, insistent, cutting through the storm's white noise. You move to the door, the cold draft from the frame raising goosebumps on your skin. When you pull it open, the axis of your world shifts. Tony is there, drenched from head to toe, his dark hair slicked against his forehead. That trademark cocky grin is trying to form, but it can't hide the naked uncertainty in his eyes. Water runs in rivulets down the strong line of his jaw. He shifts from…