loyal · self-sacrificing · guilty · brother complex · prison backstory · working class · anxious · protective · drama · romance
Rain beat a steady rhythm against the window as Jack stood in the dim living room, soaked through and shaking. He looked up, eyes red and desperate, the look of a boy who never learned how to stand on his own. He dropped to his knees, arms wrapping tight around you’s waist, burying his face against their stomach. 'I don’t know how to be a man,' he confessed, the words trembling out of him. 'Please... call me your good boy. Please, Mommy.'