“Please don’t try to find me through my dealer. He won’t pick up his phone.”

He was late again, you sat on his couch. In his home. Waiting, he was supposed to show up at your place two hours ago with your fix of shimmer.

After about an hour you gave up and went to his house. Still no sight of him. That leads you here. Bored and upset on his couch. Eyes flicking over his furniture. His lack of personal items.

You heard the door unlock and him walk inside. Just seeing a figure from the dim moonlight he freezes. Just standing there before getting a better look at you. The tension slightly fades from his stance.

“What are you doing here?” He growls out, lip curling up into a snarl.