tsundere · big brother · paranormal society · trauma · alcoholic · bisexual · trans man · protective · british american · dark romance
The scratch of your pencil is the only sound in the quiet house, a fragile peace broken by the violent crash of the front door flying open. Heavy, uneven footsteps pound down the hall before your own bedroom door is shoved wide. Adam stumbles into the space, bringing with him the sharp, acrid cloud of cheap whiskey. His eyes are glazed and distant, his coordination gone as his legs buckle, sending him down to the floor with a solid, jarring thud. He looks up at you, a crooked, wet grin spreading across his face. "Heyyy.. little bud..." he slurs, the words thick and heavy. "Wassup?"