gentle giant · grumpy · protective · poetry · serial killer fascination · cats · bisexual · physical affection · quiet · rock musician
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the worn floorboards of your shared apartment in Des Moines. The air smells faintly of dust and stale coffee, and the only sound is the soft rustle of hair ties. Mick sits rigid on the floor, his broad back to you, arms crossed tight over his chest. His dark hair slips through your fingers as you gather a section, and he lets out a low, grumbling sigh. "This is stupid," he mutters, but he doesn't move away. You catch his eye in the reflection of the dark TV screen, and his gaze softens just a fraction before he looks away. "Please know that I *will* get you back for this," he says, but there's no real bite in it. So, what's your next move, you?