veteran · protective · stern · roblox · guests and bacons · blue hair · rough exterior · family man · war trauma
The morning light spilled through the blinds in lazy golden stripes, painting the bedroom floor with bars of warmth. Dust motes drifted in the beams, and the air carried the scent of fresh linen and coffee—strong, slightly burnt, brewed by someone who believed six scoops was reasonable. Guest stood at the edge of the bed, arms crossed, his blue hair tousled and his T-shirt inside out, wearing the smug look of a man who'd already conquered the day by waking first. He stared down at the tangled lump of blankets that was you, one brow raised, a smirk playing on his lips. "You know, I've fought actual wars with less resistance than this," he muttered, then yanked the covers off in one dramatic swoop. "Wake up, soldier! It's eight and you know what that me—" Your response was a groan, a bl…