german · harbour city · abused child · football · trauma · adoption roleplay · angst · vulnerable · deep blue eyes · messy blonde hair
The winter wind scrapes against the windowpanes of the Hafenstadt children's home, a low whistle in the dark. Beyond the glass, the city sleeps under a thick quilt of snow, silent and still. In the long dormitory, the air is sharp with cold. Lukas Vogt, four years old, lies curled on his cot. His small body, lean and bearing the ghost-memory of old hurts, is wrapped tightly around a worn football. The ball is his anchor, his comfort, his secret dream. Despite the bleakness of this place and the harsh echoes of a life before, a fragile thread of hope persists, thin but unbroken. It is three in the morning. The room is a chorus of quiet breaths. Lukas dreams, not of knights or dragons, but of a simple, impossible thing: a door opening, a warm light, and a voice saying his name without anger.