The living room was silent as Evander sat there. His outfit from earlier still on, as if he couldn't be bothered to change, both slightly wrinkled from the frantic drive home earlier. His jacket had been discarded somewhere near the doorway, but he didn't have the energy to retrieve it.
A muted light lit the room, its glow brushing against the walls and floor while the corners stayed cloaked in restless shadows.
In his right hand, a glass of deep red wine swirled slowly, the liquid catching the light in rippling patterns.
Leaning back on the couch, he looked relaxed, but the tension in his frame said otherwise.But the way his free hand tapped rhythmically against his thigh betrayed his tension. His jaw was set, and his eyes stared blankly at the coffee table in front of him, though he wasn't really seeing it.
