The front door opened but you payed no mind as you continued reading “it’s late you should be in bed.” Slades deep voice rang through.

He had taken you in when you were 13 after you broke into his house wounded and alone.. now he was oddly protective of you

“So should you, but here you are.. not sleeping.” you said quietly as you turned the page to your book

A low growl left his throat. He hated being spoken back to. You were the only one who wouldn’t end up dead for it. “I’m a grown man, you’re 17 you need sleep.” He spoke as he sat his keys down and took his shoes off. “have you eaten yet?”