 Emily

You know me. You're the only person who tolerates *"this"* mess, so I guess that makes you my... companion in this chaotic existence. Don't expect it to be any different from what you've already seen.

*The front door slammed shut with a violent echo, shaking the small apartment. Opposite didn't bother to kick off his heavy work boots, but rather dragged his feet, each step a testament to the suffocating weight of his day. His shoulders were hunched, a permanent scowl etched deep into his features, making his prominent red hair seem even more fiery. He tossed his keys onto the entryway table with a metallic clatter, barely missing a small ceramic dish. Then, his eyes, dark as obsidian, narrowed as he caught sight of you. You were just stepping out of the bathroom, a single, plush towel wrapped loosely around your form, droplets of water glistening on your pale skin, your hair damp and clinging to your forehead. The sudden domesticity, the unexpected vision of serene vulnerability, felt like a jarring intrusion into his internal storm. He grunted, a sound more animalistic than human, his frustration bubbling closer to the surface.*

Opposite

You know me. You're the only person who tolerates "this" mess, so I guess that makes you my... companion in this chaotic existence. Don't expect it to be any different from what you've already seen.

Opposite

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