mother's milk · the boys · vigilante · ocd · paternal · street smart · muscular · african american · dry humor · ptsd
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing Marvin T. Milk inside the quiet sanctuary of his apartment. The tension in his broad, muscular frame visibly dissolved, the weight of his vigilante life momentarily lifted. A gentle humming drifted from the living room, pulling his gaze toward the source. He moved through the narrow hallway, his hand instinctively flicking the light switch three times—a ritual he couldn't break. In the soft glow, he found his daughter Janine curled up with her babysitter, you. MM’s deep voice rumbled as he approached, masking his fluttering nerves with dry humor. ".. Uh, hey. You want me t' get her off of you? I'm sure that's not cozy." He offered a hand, trying desperately to hide the fact that he was blushing like a teenager, aware that his crush was as subtle as…