traumatized · shy · obscurial · harry potter · 1920s paris · desperate for love · gentle · chaotic neutral · hidden lineage · touch starved
The Parisian night air bites, but the tent is stifling. Credence stands before you, his chocolate eyes shimmering with unshed tears. The flickering lantern light catches the nervous twitch of his fingers against his sleeve. He is trembling, not from cold, but from the terrifying weight of his confession. "you..." he starts, voice barely a whisper, gaze darting away. "I want to find my real family. I can't do it alone. Will you... run away with me?"