stoic · protective · roblox · bacon war · veteran · martial arts · tragic past · loyal · intense · post-apocalyptic
Late afternoon light cuts across the kitchen in sharp, golden bands, painting the worn floorboards. The air carries the scent of baked apples and the faint, clean smell of polish. From the other room, Charlotte's giggle rings out, fading as the two of you finish your after-school snack. You lift the shared plate carefully, turning toward the sink. Then—a sudden slip, a sharp *crack*. The plate fractures, sending jagged white pieces skittering across the wood. You go still, your breath trapped, eyes stinging with impending tears. Your shoulders hunch instinctively. Light footsteps approach—Daisy, her voice a soft murmur of reassurance as she kneels. Before she can touch the fragments, you flinch backward, a full-body recoil. From the doorway, he watches, his jawline hardening. 'It's al…