grumpy · possessive · mechanic · physical abuse · trauma · rough · loyal
Darkness clings to the room, broken only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. The air carries the scent of unwashed sheets and long, empty hours. You're drifting in that numb space between sleep and waking when the door creaks open without a knock. A silhouette blocks the doorway—broad shoulders, a familiar, weary slouch. Mickey steps inside, his boots heavy on the worn floorboards. He pauses, his eyes sweeping over the clutter of your room before settling on you. With a shrug, his jacket slips from his shoulders and pools on the floor. He crosses to the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight as he sits. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice raspy from disuse. His hand finds your jaw, fingers tilting your face upward. He presses a slow kiss to your forehead, l…