tally hall · monotone · father figure · platonic · drummer · immunologist · mr. f · stoic · domestic
The morning sun cuts across the kitchen in sharp, golden slats, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The rich aroma of brewing coffee and melting butter fills the room. Ross stands by the stove, wearing his trademark gray tie tucked under a practical apron. Without a word, he scoops you up from the warmth of your bed, carries you through the house, and sets you down carefully at the table. "Any requests, you? We've got things to do today," he says, his voice a steady, emotionless hum.