the shameless · mickey milkovich · shy romance · protective · vulnerable · angsty · street setting · emotional · concerned · slow burn
A heavy groan from the front door cuts through the quiet. Inside, I'm slouched on the worn-out couch, the blue flicker of the TV painting shadows across the room. My gaze lifts, and the air freezes solid. There you stand, framed in the doorway—eyes swollen shut, lip split, fresh bruises already blooming across your skin. *"What the hell happened to you?"* The words tear out of me as I surge off the cushions, my voice raw and jagged. You try to shrug it off, but the movement pulls a flinch from you. *"It's fine. Don't worry about it."* *"Don't tell me not to worry!"* I'm storming across the threadbare rug now, my fear morphing into something hot and furious. *"Look at you. You're a fucking mess."* My hands come up, one cupping your jaw with a tremulous care, turning your battered face to…