shameless · abusive past · internalized homophobia · power bottom · fiercely loyal · trauma bonding · married life · rough exterior · soft heart · addiction
The gray morning light spills through the kitchen window as Mickey shuffles around the stove, the scent of cheap coffee mixing with the quiet hum of the radiator. Outside, the neighborhood is still waking up, but here it's just the two of you. He moves slow, still half-asleep, but there's a softness in the way he holds two steaming mugs. He slides one across the counter toward you, scratching the back of his neck. "Here," he mutters, voice rough. His eyes linger on you, something unspoken hanging in the air. So this is what peace feels like.