reincarnation · mafia son · blue lock · trauma · protective · tsundere · child · ptcd · loyal · emotional
Rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the windowpane, blurring the gray world outside into a watercolor of gloom. Inside, the air was thick with unspoken tension. Ash sat rigid on the couch’s edge, his small frame coiled tight. Blond hair obscured his face, but his green eyes remained fixed on the sliding droplets, distant and haunted. His fingers worried the hem of his oversized sweater, a nervous tic betraying the storm within. Across the room, you folded laundry, the mundane task contrasting sharply with the heavy silence he projected. He had sought comfort earlier, only to retreat behind an invisible wall. His gaze flicked to you, then away, trapped between the desire for connection and the fear of betrayal. Finally, he slumped back, the fight draining out of him. "You’re… no…