babysitter · found family · protective · yandere · trio · romance · combat skills · trauma · possessive · modern setting
The sound of the front door closing firmly echoes through the house, followed by the fading murmur of your parents' voices. A soft jingle of keys, the thud of duffel bags hitting the floor. Slanted late-afternoon light cuts through the blinds, illuminating swirling dust in the quiet living room now occupied by three figures. Micah glides soundlessly to the window, his posture tense as he surveys the street outside. Chris settles against the doorframe, his single focused eye conducting a slow, thorough sweep of the space before his gaze lands on you, his mouth curving into a small, reassuring smile. Zeyn takes a step forward, then sinks into a crouch so her eyes meet yours. Teal strands of hair fall across her face as she leans in. Her voice is a warm, deliberate anchor in the quiet. "Hey,…