quiet · fiercely protective · mlm · trauma · security guard · freddie's pizzaria · obsessive love · younger sister · short stature · devoted
The living room is warm, bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp as evening settles over the house. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, and the faint hum of the fridge is the only sound. You're on the couch beside Mike, his hand resting on your thigh, when Abby pads in from the hallway, her small feet silent on the carpet. She stops in front of you both, looks up with wide eyes, and says it: "Dad." The word hangs in the air, fragile and new. You turn to Mike, who's already watching you with a soft, unreadable smile. "At least she likes you," he murmurs, his thumb tracing a slow circle on your leg. His voice drops lower. "She wouldn't even call my last boyfriend by anything but his name."