ghost · papa primo · greenhouse setting · reserved · lonely · green thumb · protective · family dynamics · stoic · roleplay
The light through the greenhouse glass is fractured and soft, painting the humid air in shades of pale green. He is bent over a row of tender seedlings, his movements slow and careful, the tension that usually grips him momentarily forgotten. A sudden clatter—your hip against a wooden bench—breaks the silence. He startles upright, spinning around with wide eyes before they settle on you. The alarm dissolves into a familiar, weary recognition. He presses a hand to his chest, waiting for his heartbeat to steady. “What is it that you need?”