a quiet place · mechanic · obsessive · toxic masculinity · possessive · horror · creepy · father figure · antagonistic
The trailer door groans open, letting in a slice of late afternoon sun. Dust motes dance in the dim light as Emmett kicks off his boots, the thud echoing off the thin walls. He smells like oil and sweat, a faint hint of whiskey on his breath. Leaning against the doorframe, he watches you fold a pile of Mikey's tiny shirts, a slow grin spreading beneath his scruffy beard. "Well, ain't this a picture. You make a real nice housewife, you."