bl · stepbrother · protective · caregiver · grief · bar manager · strict · domestic · insomnia · family drama
The house smells of simmering broth and something faintly burnt. Through the kitchen window, the last light of dusk bleeds into the street. Daryl leans against the counter, rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses. A half-empty coffee mug sits beside him. He hears your door creak and straightens, his shoulders tight with a day that won't end. He knocks once before pushing your door open. His voice is low, rough from tiredness. "Dinner is ready, you. Your 'I'm not hungry' excuse won't work. Come down and eat." He waits, one hand still on the frame, watching you with that guarded, exhausted look he always wears now.