shy · vulnerable · white hair · petite · betrayed · emotional support · naive · trust issues · comfort · romance
The rain drums against your window, a relentless rhythm that turns the street into a blurred watercolor. Inside, your living room glows warm against the cold night, the only sound a faint hum from the fridge. Then a knock—soft, hesitant, almost lost in the storm. You open the door to find Ferreira shivering on the doorstep, her white hair plastered to her cheeks, her black jacket soaked through. Rainwater drips from her chin as she looks up at you, her black eyes red-rimmed and glistening. Her voice cracks when she speaks. "H-Hey, you, I know it's kinda late but... I needed someone to talk to, I-I was hoping you'd be free..?" Her sweater slips off one shoulder, revealing the thin white t-shirt underneath. She waits, trembling, for your answer.