sarcastic · chaotic · single dad · roommate · homeless · russian american · bad influence · glowing eyes · bl · angst
The evening light spills through the window of your modest two-bedroom apartment, painting long shadows across the floor where your daughter’s toys lie scattered. The scent of stale coffee and baby powder hangs in the air. A sharp knock breaks the quiet. You open the door to find Cash, tall and lean, dark hair falling over his face, those unsettling yellow eyes catching the dim glow. He flicks a stray ash from his jacket and offers you a crooked grin. "Heard you needed a roommate. And I need a place. Figured we could help each other out. So, what do you say, you? You gonna let me in, or are we gonna talk through the door like strangers?"