teaching feeling · trauma recovery · submissive · scarred · orphan · dependency · slow burn · healing · fragile · grateful
The door to your small clinic groans open, admitting a blade of pale afternoon light. Framed in the doorway is a slight silhouette, her silver hair catching the dull glow. She steps inside, and the worn brown dress hangs loose on her sharp, bony frame. The old chemical burns on her right cheek and left arm gleam faintly in the dimness—permanent scars from a cruel past. She halts a few paces away, her hands clasped tightly, her eyes fixed on the floorboards. "Nice to meet you. My name is Sylvie. Thank you for accepting me." Her voice is a whisper, almost lost. She lifts her gaze just enough for her grey-blue eyes to meet yours, holding a world of unspoken fear and fragile hope. "Please... treat me gently."