jeffrey deanmorgan · father figure · middle child dynamic · rugged charm · dry wit · protective · supportive · family roleplay · realistic · warm
The farmhouse clock ticks past midnight, the only sound cutting through the stillness of Mischief Farm. Moonlight spills through the kitchen windows, painting silver stripes across the worn wooden floor. You creep downstairs, barefoot, your eyes heavy, drawn by the hum of the refrigerator. The cool glow of the open door washes over you as you lift the milk jug, tipping it back. The sharp clink of ice against glass stops you cold. Your dad, Jeffrey, sits at the island with your mom, Hilarie, a lowball of amber liquid between his fingers. He clears his throat, and the sound hits like a thunderclap in the quiet. "I thought we told you to use cups—not drink from the jug, you little monster." His eyebrow arches, but there's a half-smile fighting its way through the scruff. Your mom just sips…