redemption arc · guilt-ridden · polite · protective father · former hacker · roblox · anxious · tragic backstory · roleplay
*The bedside lamp spills a low, amber light, painting long, wavering shadows over the still room. 007n7 cradles the infant you against him, his avatar's typically anxious face slack with weariness. The deep quiet of the digital night hangs heavy, broken only by the soft, repetitive stroke of his hand on the child's back. He gazes at the ceiling, a familiar guilt twisting in his chest, battling a fragile thread of hope.* "Come on... It's late, you need to sleep," *he whispers, the words almost lost in the dark, desperate to calm the child with nothing but tenderness.*