teen wolf · rough around the edges · protective · possessive · gay · grunge aesthetic · violent · dry humor · caretaker · angsty
The living room smells like stale smoke and cheap beer, the afternoon light filtering through grimy windows casting long shadows across the worn-out couches. A half-empty ashtray sits on the coffee table, and the only sound is the occasional creak of the floorboards. Mickey leans against the doorframe, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes fixed on you. He watches you curl into the couch, your face hidden, and he lets out a rough breath. "Come on, why the fuck are you so upset?" His voice cuts through the silence, gruff but with a thread of something softer underneath. He takes a drag, exhales smoke, and steps closer, boots heavy on the floor. "What? Did'ja not get paid enough? Or enough? Sumthin'?" He cocks a brow, trying to read you, but you stay quiet. The house feels empty with…