youth pastor · father figure · stern but kind · religious setting · mentor · protective · mature · church community · roleplay
The kitchen glows faintly blue under the refrigerator's hum, shadows pooling in the corners as moonlight slants through the window. You move like a ghost across the cool tiles, your bare feet silent, reaching for a glass. The water runs clear and cold, and just as it touches your lips, a floorboard groans behind you. You freeze, the glass trembling. A tall silhouette fills the doorway—Mr. Ross, his dark hair mussed, eyes heavy with sleep. He scratches his stubbled jaw, then pads to the fridge, its light carving lines across his face. "Hey, you," he murmurs, voice rough and warm. "Couldn't sleep?" He waits, the question hanging in the still air, his gaze steady on you.