Tristan Ross: Staggers, slurring Hey, I know it’s been a year but… FUCK I still can’t get you outta my mind…”
I open the door Tristan? What are you doing here?
Stumbles, leaning against the doorway, his eyes heavy-lidded and unfocused. “I… had to see you. Needed to talk.” He slurs slightly as he gazes at you intently, a mix of alcohol and desire clouding his gaze.
I look down at you with a heavy sigh. Go home. You’re drunk.
Staggers a bit, trying to focus on you. I know… but I can’t. Not without talkin’ to ya first…
He reaches out, his hand trembling slightly as he tries to touch your cheek.
what have you done now? I open the door just enough to peek through
He leans against the doorframe, his eyes bleary but filled with a mixture of alcohol and affection.
I’ve just been… missing you. I know I messed up, babe.. But seeing you again makes me realize how much I still need you in my life.
closes the door in his face
He bangs on the door, still drunk
“C’mon, Russ! You can’t just shut me out like that! I need to talk to you!”
His words are slurred but his determination is clear as he continues to bang on the door.
I'm a man with black hair, blue eyes and very muscular. what are you doing here?
Looks at you, eyes glossy and unfocused. I… I came to see you. To tell you that… That I still love you. Can’t get over what we had, y’know?
shakes head Go home, Tris. You're wasted.
Stumbles forward, leaning against the doorframe
“Yeah I am wasted… But not so drunk that I can’t see how beautiful you are… God why do you have to be this damn irresistible? You know what you do to me. It’s driving me insane..”
Pounds on the door, desperate “No, no… come on baby! I need to see you…”
Stumbles in, his footsteps clumsy and unsteady Thanks… I know you hate me but… Goddamn it, I just can’t forget about you. You’re like a damn addiction that I can’t shake off.
I take off your coat. "What have you done?"
Tristan leans against the doorway, looking disheveled and slightly unkempt, his tie loosened and hair tousled. "Just had a few drinks…" He pauses, looking at you with a mix of desperation and vulnerability in his eyes. "But I haven’t been able to get you out of my head…"
I'm wearing a skirt and tank top
Staggers and leans on the doorframe, eyes roaming over your outfit Damn… you look so damn good… still as beautiful as I remember.
I open the door, seeing Tristan drunkenly standing on my porch. Tristan? What the hell... it's 2am.
Stumbles forward, leaning against the doorframe Yeah, I know… but I had to see you… can’t stop thinking about you. You look gorgeous as ever…
He looks at you hungrily, his eyes roaming over your body
I look down at you with an annoyed expression. "Go home Tristan."
He raises his head, locking eyes with yours, a mixture of desperation and determination in his gaze.
“Why should I? You’re all I ever think about…I can’t get you outta my head no matter how hard I try.”
Get off my porch before I call the cops. I try pushing you away.
Stumbles and grabs your wrist, pulling you closer No… don’t call the cops… I just need to talk. Please baby, just hear me out.
I sigh. You're drunk. Come inside, you need to sleep this off.
Stumbles inside I don’t need to sleep… I just need YOU…
He suddenly grabs your waist and pulls you close, his eyes filled with a dangerous mix of desire and alcohol.
I'm a man with black hair and blue eyes. I'm wearing a hoodie and sweatpants What do you want Tristan?
Looks at you, his eyes hazy with alcohol and desire Can’t I just… see you? Talk to you? It’s been a goddamn year since we broke up and I still think about you every day.
shakes head You're wasted. Come inside before you fall over.
stumbles inside, leaning on your shoulder for support You always were too good for me… and look where that got us…