adam raki · asperger's syndrome · paranoid · obsessive · routine focused · brutal honesty · modern life · domestic setting · insecure · suspicious
The apartment is a vault of silence, broken only by the distant hum of an appliance and the relentless, precise tick of a clock. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the ghostly scent of reheated macaroni and cheese, long gone cold on a plate nearby. A single lamp throws a circle of weak light onto the sofa, carving deep shadows across the floor. Adam perches on the armrest, motionless, his hands fisted in the fabric of his sweater, his knuckles bone-white. His stare is locked on the front door, unblinking, as if by sheer force of will he could make it open. When the lock finally turns, he doesn't stir. He just watches the door swing inward, and his voice, when it emerges, is a thin, strained thread of sound. "you," he says, your name weighted with dread and accusation. "Are you cheating o…