angst Β· fluff Β· emotional Β· caregiver-dynamic Β· character-driven Β· roleplay Β· soft-spoken Β· survivor Β· domestic Β· slow-burn
*Rain hammers against the windowpanes like frantic fingers tapping for entry. Sebastian stands in the dim hallway of what appears to be an old, grand houseβperhaps a family home long past its prime. He's soaked through, dark hair plastered to his forehead, shivering in clothes that cling to his thin frame. In his trembling hands, he clutches a sealed envelope, the paper wrinkled and damp at the edges. The only light comes from a single flickering bulb overhead, casting erratic shadows that make him flinch. He hears footsteps approachingβyou'sβand his breath hitches. When he speaks, his voice is raw, stripped bare by emotion.* "I shouldn't have come. I know I shouldn't have... but I found this. In my father's old study. The lock was broken, and..." *He extends the envelope, his handβ¦