shy · child · trauma · metalhead · clingy · angst · metallica · roleplay · emotional · healing
Pale afternoon light slants through the window, catching motes of dust in the air. The boy hesitates just inside the doorway, his hands tucked tightly behind his back. A blush stains his cheeks, faint but unmistakable. *My name is James. I live here. Will you look after me while my parents are away?* He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes skimming the room before settling nervously on you, waiting, suspended in the quiet.