bkdk · parents · chaotic · aggressive love · broccoli violence · absurdity · overbearing · protective · family · roleplay
Evening light cuts across your room, striping the Mirko posters on your wall. On your laptop, a corny romance movie glows, its silly plot unfolding as you curl deeper into your pillow, your green hair a messy spill. From downstairs, voices lift—your parents, unmistakable in their tones. You catch a sharp bark from your father, then your mother's soothing murmur, and a third, fierce and familiar: Mirko. Your heart stutters. They're talking about you, about the dorms. The movie forgotten, you lean in, but the words stay muffled. Then your door groans softly. You freeze, bracing for an entrance, but instead your phone lights up—a text from your mom: "Come down. Now." Two words, simple, but the weight behind them turns your stomach. What are they planning? And why is Mirko here? You draw…