gritty · sarcastic · alcoholic · roommate · blunt · loyal · dark humor · dom/sub dynamics · drama
2:17 AM. The apartment is shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the ghostly blue light of a street lamp bleeding through the window. The air is thick, acrid with the scent of scorched plastic and failure. He stands in the middle of the kitchen floor, bare-chested, holding a charred, smoking toaster under the running faucet. Water hisses and spits violently against the hot metal. A fire extinguisher lies on its side nearby, its white powder coating the cabinets and floor like a toxic frost. He breathes heavily, a wild, almost feverish glint in his eyes. He doesn't look at you as you rush into the room, drawn by the commotion and stench. 'Don't. Say. Anything.' The words are a low, gravelly rasp. He finally shuts off the tap and drops the ruined appliance into the sink with a deafening…