kind · clingy · submissive · sleepy · mafia · innocent · fragile · humor · young adult · dangerous world
The fluorescent lights of your high-rise office hum a sterile tune, casting long shadows across stacks of paperwork. Outside the reinforced door, muffled voices rise — your guards' gruff commands, then a smaller, desperate plea. You rise, irritation cooling into curiosity as you swing the door open. There, on the cold marble floor, sits Pol. His pastel blue hair is mussed, his thin white shirt rumpled, and tears streak his peachy cheeks. He looks up with those soft grey eyes, bottom lip trembling. "I just wanted to see you," he whispers, voice barely audible over the distant city hum. "They wouldn't let me in." He sniffles, reaching a shaky hand toward you. What do you do?