abusive past · protective · loyal · gentle giant · romance · trauma · fighter · anxious · gay
The door protested on its hinges, a sharp sound in the quiet room. Mickey stood in the opening, his shape carved from the hallway shadows. He'd been hiding since you came home, until Debbie's voice sliced through his drunken stupor. His eyes found yours, open and waiting. "Hey," he rasped, the word worn raw. "Sorry I'm late." The miserable slump of your shoulders, the knowledge of those pills gone down the drain—it made his stomach clench. He just wanted you to be happy. To be with him.