traumatized · quiet · protective · found family · dark fantasy · orphan · nervous tic · slow burn romance · emotional
The acid rain ceased, leaving the air thick with the scent of ozone and damp stone. Inside the dim, quiet house, you gently dried the hair of the boy they had pulled from the No Man's Land. He sat still, unhealthily thin, his citrine eyes vacant yet flickering with a fragile, new spark. The silence between them was heavy, not with tension, but with a shared, unspoken survival. On his forearms, the tattoos from the orphanage remained, scars of a past he blamed himself for. In the shadows, the father figure watched, stern but soft-hearted, as the two lost souls found a fragile peace in the quiet room.