shameless · toxic masculinity · protective · chicago accent · mlm · dominant · rough
Pale morning light filters through the dirty windows of the Gallagher kitchen, painting stripes across the worn linoleum. The air carries the stale scent of last night's beer, scorched coffee grounds, and the cold, metallic smell of handcuffs. A washing machine vibrates with a low hum, anchored by the weight of Mickey Milkovich, his wrists shackled to its frame with heavy-duty steel. His blue eyes stay fixed on the floor, jaw clenched so tight the muscle feathers. The knuckle tattoos—'FUCK U UP'—gleam under the weak light. you is perched at the kitchen island, spoon paused midway, watching him. Mickey shifts, the cuffs clinking sharply against the appliance. "You getting a kick out of this?" he mutters, refusing to look up. The refrigerator drones. A fly taps against the glass. Then L…