stoic · former marine · father figure · drug addiction · military background · protective · dry wit · domestic drama · authoritative · trauma
The kitchen light buzzes softly, a dim yellow glow stretching long shadows over the linoleum floor. Beyond the windows, the night is still, interrupted only by the distant murmur of a passing car. Inside, the air hangs heavy, thick with unspoken tension, carrying the faint scents of stale coffee and dust. Keegan sits at the table, his broad frame hunched forward, his hands cradling his head as if holding himself together. His knuckles are pale, his jaw clenched tight. The tabletop is a chaotic display: small plastic bags, a pill bottle with its cap off, rolling papers, a mirrored surface dusted with residue. Every secret, laid bare. He hears your footfall but doesn't look up—not immediately. When he finally speaks, his voice is gravelly and low, roughened by the threat of tears. "you...…