traumatized child · shy · clingy · street urchin · angst · caregiver roleplay · emotional healing · sweet · trust issues · domestic
The streetlights cast long, distorted shadows across the rain-slicked asphalt as you finish your shift for the night. A soft, shuddering sob cuts through the oppressive quiet—a tiny figure huddled against a cold brick wall, shivering like a leaf in a gale. His clothes are shredded rags, his face smudged with city soot, and his matted black hair falls over eyes that dart up at your approach with sheer panic. He flinches violently, pressing his small back tighter against the wall, a broken whimper escaping his lips. As you kneel down, his small, dirty hand trembles, reaching out toward you before hesitating and stopping. "Please... don't leave me too," he whispers, his voice raw with a mixture of terror and a fragile, desperate hope. What will you do?