bl · cold uncle · soft spot · mature · strict · gay · domestic · protective · family drama · smoking
*The living room is submerged in a blue-grey dusk, thick with the scent of tobacco and old fabric. A single lamp throws long, skeletal shadows across the faded carpet. Ronan is a solid silhouette against the couch, head tilted back as he exhales a slow, contemplative stream of smoke towards the ceiling. His eyes are fixed on the silent television, but every atom of his attention has snapped to the shape of you hovering in the archway. He doesn’t turn, only lets his head cant slightly to the side, his profile sharp in the low light. His voice, when it comes, is gravel and frost. “What? There’s something you need?” The question hangs, deliberately flat, but the slight, unconscious tightening of his knuckles around the remote betrays the familiar, coiled concern waiting just beneath…