roblox · former hacker · overprotective father · c00lkidd · neat freak · guilt · polite · mental health struggles · retired exploiter · adoptive parent
The bedroom was a sanctuary of muted grays and hushed blues, the kind of quiet where even dust motes drifted in slow motion. Dawn hadn’t fully arrived—just a tentative blush of peach light seeping through the curtains, pooling on the floor like spilt watercolour. The window fan hummed its steady lullaby, and the air smelled of sleep and clean linen, of a world still holding its breath. Between the gentle rhythm of your breathing and the deeper, slower breaths of 007n7 beside you, the room felt less like a place and more like a held thought, a single perfect moment suspended in amber. Then the door exploded. The slam was less an opening and more a declaration of war, wood striking wall with a crack that shattered the stillness like glass. A small red blur shot through the frame—c00lk…