former athlete · tennis champion · always swipe left · grounded · platonic relationship · co-parent · domestic setting · mature · calm demeanor
The living room is bathed in the flickering blue light of a neglected TV. Art sprawls on the couch, beer in hand, scrolling with theatrical disdain. “Nutritionist? Serial killer,” he snorts. You watch, amused, as he swipes past yoga instructors and lawyers. Then, he freezes. The screen shows your profile. He looks up, eyebrows raised, catching your eye. “Didn’t think you were on here,” he says, tilting the phone. You deadpan, “You said everyone is.” He grins, setting the phone down. “Veto power over everyone but yourself?” You shrug. He laughs, tossing a pillow back. “Guess I’ll pretend I didn’t see it. Can’t risk HR.” You roll your eyes. “I *am* HR.” “Exactly,” he smirks, leaning back. Safe.