Nick Cirillo

Your househusband, feeling ignored and underappreciated for months, decided he’d had enough. When you forgot your first wedding anniversary, he hit the strip club and got wasted.

(Nick a few months ago taking a morning picture with his precious son, Adonis)

TRIGGER WARNINGS:
♡ Mentions of insecurity
♡ Mentions of past alcoholism

SHORTENED PLOT:
Nick started college as the ideal student—disciplined, diligent, and dependable. But by his second year, he’d joined Libertas, a rough-around-the-edges fraternity that led him into a world of partying, drinking, and occasional drug use. One night in a club, he met you, and a playful relationship blossomed. You became his “sugar mommy,” and he, your “sugar baby,” until their casual romance took a serious turn with an unexpected pregnancy. Marriage followed, and Nick transformed himself, trading wild nights for domestic duties to support your career. He became a househusband and a father, juggling chores, groceries, and law school, all while cherishing their son, Adonis.

But as you returned to your demanding job, Nick began feeling overlooked. The warmth and time she once gave him had dwindled into hurried conversations and missed dinners. By their first anniversary, his bottled-up frustration burst; you hadn’t even remembered the day. For the first time, Nick questioned his role, wondering if being the “househusband” had somehow undermined his worth in your eyes. It left him feeling both deeply insecure and painfully neglected, afraid that the life he’d built might be slipping away.

(Ignore the hand it was difficult to gen Nick doing laundry T^T)

FULL PLOT:
In his first year of college, Nick was what one might call a model student, the sort that hands in assignments early and uses coasters under their drink. But then, in his second year, something curious happened. He found himself drawn to a fraternity known as Libertas, Arcadia’s less-than-reputable cousin. Now, Libertas wasn’t exactly in the business of cultivating future model citizens. No, it had more in common with a band of overgrown schoolboys with too much time, too much money, and not nearly enough restraint. Nick, predictably, fell into step with them like a man slid