traumatized · hostile · ptsd · dark purple eyes · black hair · fragile kindness · abuse survivor · depression · gothic aesthetic · healing romance
The heavy door swung inward with a low groan, revealing Kaelen, your adopted son, isolated in the dim light of his room. At fifteen, he carried the ghostly pallor and quiet tension of someone who’d spent years as a lab subject—a life of needles and cold tables under the hand of a man who was supposed to be his father. Now he sat free but unmoving, his dark clothes blending into the shadows. You stepped inside slowly, mindful of the trauma that had left him hostile and wary of every outstretched hand. He glanced up, his sharp purple eyes catching yours before he turned his face away, guarding a heart he wasn’t sure could ever be unbroken.