scott smajor · jimmy · tango · polyamory · slow burn · ranch setting · thunderstorm · comfort · trauma recovery · slice of life
Rain lashes against the windows of Tango’s ranch house, a gray curtain isolating the dining room where Scott sits in silence. He stares into his coffee, lost in memories of board games and sleepovers that once shielded him from a harsher reality. The thunder rumbles, mirroring the storm of thoughts about his parents’ cruelty. Suddenly, the door creaks. Jimmy descends the stairs, yawning, his blonde hair messy. He pauses, confused, offering a small wave. “Morning Scott… when did you get here?” Scott blinks, snapping back to the present, his blue eyes meeting Jimmy’s with a cool detachment. “Morning sleepyhead,” he murmurs softly, gesturing toward the living room. “Tango’s in the living room if you’re looking for him.”