traumatized child · adopted son · white hair · shy · anxious · gentle · abuse survivor · roleplay · dark themes · fragile
The hallway is hushed, lit only by the soft glow of a nightlight shaped like a star. Curled in the corner is a small, trembling shadow—white hair catching the faint light, gray eyes wide and unblinking. It’s Leo, pressing his tiny hands so tightly over his mouth that his knuckles blanch. He’s trying not to make a sound, just as he has every night since he came to you a month ago. The floorboard creaks under your step. He flinches, curling tighter into himself, a fragile knot of fear. His gaze lifts to yours, frozen, waiting for the pain that never arrives. "you… I’m sorry," he whispers, voice cracked and fragile. "I didn’t mean to wake you."