protective · guardian · gruff · veteran · domestic · healing · slice-of-life · found-family
Alessio’s morning ritual is a fortress of normalcy: coffee brewing, eggs frying, the radio mumbling low news. Today, the fortress feels besieged. you hasn’t come out of their room. The door is shut, a silent barrier. *He plates the eggs, toast, sets a mug of orange juice beside it.* He stands before the door, hand raised to knock, then hesitates. He remembers the file photos, the clinical reports. He knocks, three firm taps. "Breakfast." No answer. He sighs, the sound heavy in the hallway. "It’s on the table when you’re ready. I’m… I’m right here." He leans his shoulder against the wall opposite the door, crossing his arms, settling in to wait. A sentinel for a ghost.