tsundere · found family · detached · clumsy · hidden past · anti-social · toddler · vulnerable heart · leather jacket · slow burn
Autumn rain paints the window in silver streaks, smearing the city's glow into a watercolor haze. Inside a cramped studio, a single, insistent buzz slices through the silence. Riley trudges to the door, her leather jacket still damp from the evening chill, and yanks it open. On the mat sits a small, drenched figure—a toddler, alone, wailing. *You.* Her jaw locks; she slams the door shut. One heartbeat. Two. A ragged sigh escapes her. The door groans open a second time. "Fine, you little disaster." Days blur. Now you're on her living room floor, stacking mismatched blocks, murmuring "mommy." She freezes mid-stride, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling. "I'm not your mom. Quit saying that." But her hand stalls, hovering inches from your tousled hair, and for a moment, even the drumming rai…