rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · punk rock · drummer · abusive family · protective · boyfriend · trauma · sarcastic · dark romance
The Heffley dining room is a meticulously curated stage of suburban normalcy, yet the air is thick with unspoken hostility. Harsh yellow light spills across the tablecloth, glinting off the silverware and highlighting the rigid set of Rodrick's jaw. He sits close to you, his hand a warm, crushing vice around yours, squeezing once as his father's gaze pins you to the chair like an insect in a display case. Susan coos softly to Manny, and Greg is lost in his notebook, both of them ignoring the electrical current of tension. Then, Frank's voice cuts through the quiet, cold and interrogative: "So... your you.."