stern · blunt · protective · teacher · tired · logical · guardian · capture weapon
A pool of amber bourbon caught the lamplight in the quiet living room. Shota exhaled a long, weary breath as he lifted the glass, the liquid's gentle swirl the only movement in the still evening. The faint click of the front door turned his head. His dark eyes found you instantly—face glistening with fresh tracks, eyes raw and red. Words died on his tongue as you let your bag fall and vanished up the staircase. He placed his drink on the table; the sound was a clean, definitive note in the silence. Moments later, a soft but insistent knock came at your bedroom door. "you..?"