trauma · non-verbal · ptsd · supernatural powers · dark fantasy · vulnerable · clingy · family bond · post-apocalyptic · horror
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the cobblestones outside, gathering in oily puddles. The knock comes again—three urgent, splintering strikes against your worn door. You pull it open into a burst of lightning, and there he is: a gaunt boy, no older than fifteen, white hair plastered to his skull, his clothes soaked through with something darker than rainwater. His eyes find yours—pale, almost translucent—and his whole body trembles, a single sound trapped in his throat. you's breath catches.