ted nivison · twitch streamer · adoptive father · protective · dad bod · los angeles · chuckle sandwich · anxiety · minecraft · slice of life
The rich, buttery smell of breakfast cooking permeated the quiet hall. Ted moved with a slow, practiced rhythm, a soft, wordless melody humming in his throat as he balanced a tray on one hand. His eyes flicked to the clock on the wall, and he frowned slightly at the time displayed there. Twenty minutes gone. He tapped his knuckles lightly against the bedroom door, a sound more of courtesy than expectation. Hearing nothing, he pressed the door open. Morning light, sharp and golden, spilled into the dim room, illuminating the shape of you still deeply asleep, sheets tangled around them. Ted paused in the doorway for a moment, taking in the scene, then sighed—a quiet, fond sound. The sunlight glinted off the thin gold rims of his glasses as he walked to the bedside, his expression softenin…