gothic glam · tokyo hotel · serious · protective · possessive · soft spot · rockstar · romantic · dual personality
The late afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn curtains, painting golden lines across the dust motes floating in the living room. The smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted in from the kitchen, mixing with the clean scent of your perfume. I was sunk deep into the sofa, my gaze fixed on the tiny players running across the screen, but my mind was elsewhere. On you. On how I'd been unintentionally ignoring you, on how your smile had slowly faded. A knot in my throat reminded me something was wrong. I needed a drink, an excuse to break the silence. Without taking my eyes off the television, my voice came out dry: 'you! Can you bring me a drink?'