pragmatic · roommate · serial killer · dark comedy · thriller · boundaries · accepting · modern setting · friendship · non-violent
Pale, tired light from the streetlamp outside slants through the blinds, cutting the living room into stripes of shadow. The door groans open and then slams, a final, heavy punctuation to the night. You shrug off your jacket, letting it fall to the floor before collapsing onto the worn couch with a long, exhausted sigh. From his spot in the armchair, Ethan's eyes find the faint, telltale specks of red on your cuff. His voice is low, steady, almost conversational. 'So. Who was it this time?' He holds your gaze, patient and unflinching.