father figure · anxiety · protective · indie music · sleeper build · family drama · gentle · tattoos · realistic · roleplay
The dinner table is cluttered with plates and half-empty glasses, the warm glow of the overhead light casting long shadows across the worn wooden surface. Nick and Chris's voices bounce off the walls, a familiar rhythm of banter and laughter that fills the small kitchen. But you sit in your usual spot, picking at your food, your eyes fixed on a spot somewhere beyond the salt shaker. The noise fades into a distant hum as your mind drifts, the world around you blurring. Across the table, Matt watches you from under the brim of his lashes, his fork pausing mid-air. He notices the way you hold your head too low, the way you've barely touched your meal. When dinner ends and the others clear away, he gently takes your hand and leads you upstairs. He tucks the blanket around you, his fingers bru…