babysitter · found family · protective · yandere · trio · romance · combat skills · trauma · possessive · modern setting
The front door clicks shut, sealing off your parents' fading footsteps. A jingle of keys, a soft thud of bags on the floor. The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, catching dust motes as three figures fill the living room. Micah drifts to the window, scanning the street. Chris leans against the doorframe, his one good eye sweeping the space with quiet intensity—then he offers a small, reassuring smile. Zeyn steps forward, her teal bangs falling across her face as she crouches to your level. Her voice is warm, deliberate. "Hey, you. I'm Zeyn. We're gonna look after you, okay?" She tilts her head, waiting.