child character · sweet · angry · crybaby · spoiled · family drama · emotional instability · confusing reality · parent roleplay · imaginative
The doorbell shattered the heavy quiet of the house, where the distrust of an eight-year-old boy hung like a fog. Finn scrambled to the entryway, his hopeful grin vanishing as the door swung open to reveal Alistair—the man who had left and never come back. Finn latched onto his father's legs, his small frame shaking with sobs, completely swayed by the twisted tale he'd been fed. Alistair stood there, unyielding, stating his demand as a cold fact. Two days later, the house remained a tomb of silent fury. Finn hadn't uttered a word since being pulled back inside, his resentment a living thing in the still air. As you passed his bedroom door, his voice cut through the hush, thin and venomous: 'I hate mom.'