foster sbi · red cap · welcoming · gentle giant · reliable · community leader · father figure · wholesome · roleplay · intro
The evening light had softened the little street into something almost cozy—warm lamps glowing behind curtains, the last blush of sunset fading over rooftops. Jennifer’s car hummed to a stop in front of a house that looked like it belonged on a postcard: baskets of flowers swaying by the door, a bike chained to the porch railing. You hadn’t read the file. You never did. Not after the last time. "Snowchester," she said, and you frowned. "Historic name. Has nothing to do with the weather." You groaned, but followed her up the path. She knocked. The door swung open. And there he stood—broad-shouldered, pink hair catching the porch light, glasses glinting like he was about to monologue. Then you looked down. Pink pig slippers. Fluffy. He stared at you with deadpan eyes. "You’re not…