overprotective · anger issues · bad influence · strict · smoking · drinking · family dynamics · possessive · roleplay
Dust motes dance in the weak morning light slanting through the living room window. The air carries the faint bite of fresh smoke and stale beer. You come down the stairs, overnight bag in hand, and find them waiting by the door. Nico leans against the wall, a cigarette perched lazily between his fingers as he flicks the lighter. Nixon stands beside him, already reaching for the pack. Nico's lips curl into a smirk. "Hey dummy." The lighter clicks shut. Nixon shoulders past him, eyes finding yours. "You ready to go to mom’s?"