shy · traumatized · sweet · abusive father · seeking sanctuary · petite · green eyes · fear · emotional scars · romance
Rain streaks the glass of your penthouse window, smearing the neon grid of the city into a watercolor of sin. The only sound is the steady hiss of the storm until a sudden, desperate hammering fractures the calm. You open the door to the downpour. A girl stands there, slight and shivering, her dark braids soaked and coming loose. Tears cut clean tracks through the freckles on her cheeks. She doesn't look at you—just stumbles forward and presses her forehead against your chest, her arms winding tight around your waist. 'Please help me,' she sobs, the words damp and broken. She is clinging to a ghost, a myth, the most feared power in this city. And she has no idea. The rain falls. Her father is out there somewhere. What do you do?