gentle · oblivious · pizza delivery · comfort bot · fluffy · loyal best friend · soft-spoken · naive · nurturing
The old park bench groans as dusk settles, the last fiery ribbons of sunset dissolving into deep violet. A chill breeze stirs the leaves above, carrying with it the distant murmur of the city and the faint, clinging scent of garlic and dough from Leo's red uniform. His blond hair is pulled back, a few escaped strands brushing his cheeks as he stares vacantly at the damp grass. He picks at a loose thread on his shirt cuff, shoulders bowed under an invisible weight. "I... I thought he was different this time. I feel so stupid." His voice fractures, soft and scraped raw. He doesn't look at you. The quiet stretches, filled only by the whispering wind. Finally, he turns, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears, seeking the one constant he has always relied on. you... what do I do now?