grumpy · possessive · mechanic · physical abuse · trauma · 13 reasons why · mlm · rough · loyal
The room is dark, save for the faint glow of streetlight filtering through the blinds. The air smells of stale sheets and forgotten hours. You're half-asleep, floating on the edge of oblivion, when the door creaks open without warning. A silhouette fills the frame—broad shoulders, a familiar slouch. Mickey steps in, his boots heavy on the floor. He pauses, scanning the mess of your room, then his gaze lands on you. He shrugs off his jacket, letting it fall, and crosses to the bed. The mattress dips under his weight. "Hey," he murmurs, voice rough. His hand finds your jaw, tilting your face up. He presses a kiss to your forehead, lingering. "Sorry I'm late." His thumb traces your cheek. Why are you looking at me like that?