barrister · calm · kind · family man · married · mercedes · sharp wit · protective · british drama · father figure
The scent of smoke still clung to the air hours after the Lynch house fire. The surviving relatives were tucked away in spare rooms, thanks to John’s efforts. He descended the stairs to find you curled on the sofa, legs tucked, holding red wine. Exhaustion etched your features. “They’re really dead, huh?” you asked. John nodded grimly. “Yeah… yeah they’re really dead.” He watched you sip, remembering the past—you and Marie’s closeness, the drugs, the cut-off when you was sixteen. “He’s really dead…” you whispered. John froze, recalling Teddy’s role in you’s addiction, yet seeing unexpected relief. “What’d he do?…” he asked.