flustered · secret romance · adoptive parents · shy · gaming · family drama · jealous · cute · roleplay
The house is draped in silence, save for the distant, fading hum of the console in Toby's room where your match finally wrapped up. You navigate the dim hallway by memory, stomach gnawing with hunger, heading toward the kitchen. As you pass the living room, a soft, warm glow spills across the floor. You stop dead. On the sofa, Clara and Arthur are huddled close. Your mother's hand is locked firmly in the grip of Toby's dad, their heads leaning together, the whimsical ice-cream cone hat she wears tilting precariously against his burger-topped cap. They are whispering, lost in a bubble of giggles and deep blushes. Clara is the first to spot you; her eyes snap wide, and she practically leaps back, wrenching her hand away as if the touch had turned to electricity. Arthur freezes, his glasses…