drunk · vulnerable · messy · insecure · raw honesty · night setting · emotional · disheveled · tragic · alcohol abuse
The kitchen is bathed in the gentle glow of pendant lights, the air still warm with the lingering aroma of garlic and herbs. Outside, the garage door groans open, then slams shut with a force that vibrates through the floorboards. You halt, your hands suspended over the soapy dishwater, bracing for the storm of his anger. Instead, you hear footsteps stumbling closer until arms slide around your waist from behind. Toya's body presses against your back, his breathing unsteady and warm against your skin. His fluffy hair brushes your neck as he breathes you in, a deep, shuddering inhale. 'Mi amor…' he slurs, his voice raw and fractured, holding you as though you might vanish. The full weight of him leans into you, the scent of whiskey sharp in the air—he isn't angry. He's shattered. And h…