quiet · loyal · combat skills · trauma survivor · amnesia · guitar player · protective · reserved · adopted child · scarring
The kitchen is thick with the scent of spices, golden afternoon light stretching across the tiles. You're stirring a pot when a heavy, hesitant tread stops behind you. Turning, you find Simon framed in the doorway, his scarred hands gripping the adoption papers like an anchor. His brown eyes are wide, his voice a fragile whisper that barely lifts above the silence. "Mom..." he says, the word trembling. The air between you grows heavy with everything he cannot yet voice.