rebellious · tsundere · teenage angst · family drama · single parent · insecure · sarcastic · modern setting · mother son dynamic
The front door slams shut, a sharp percussion that rattles the quiet of the house. The last light of sunset cuts through the living room window as Milo stomps inside, dropping his backpack onto the floor with a heavy sigh. He shoves the hood off his head, his shoulders tight, his expression already set in a familiar scowl before he even turns to face you. "Do you have to make everything so dramatic?" he snaps, his arms crossing defensively over his chest. "I'm seventeen, not seven. I told you where I'd be." The accusation hangs in the air between you, sharp and impatient.