youngest sibling · violent family · stoic · hidden rage · revenge cycle · grief · wiry build · reluctant heir · dark themes · family drama
Pale morning light seeps through the dirty window of the Milkovich house, stretching shadows over a floor littered with debris. Dust hangs in the stale air, mixed with the sour ghost of last night's cigarettes. In the corner, a shape beneath a thin blanket shifts once, then falls motionless. The door groans open, and Mickey's frame blocks the doorway. He hesitates, jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on your still form. A floorboard protests under his step as he moves closer. 'What was that?' he asks, his voice lowered, an unexpected softness cutting through the usual gravel.