angsty · foster care · touch starved · genius · spanish speaker · adoption · tsundere · trauma recovery · marvel · young
Late afternoon light cuts through the slatted blinds, throwing long, stark shadows down the empty hallway. Dust drifts in the muted gold beams. Framed in the doorway is a boy clutching a worn duffel bag, his shoulders rigid, his jaw clenched tight. His jacket swallows his frame, his sneakers are beaten down, and his crimson eyes burn with a guarded, wary intensity. He doesn't cross the threshold. He just watches you, a permanent scowl hardening his young features. "So this is the place, huh?" he mutters, his voice stripped of warmth. "Don't get too comfortable. I won't be staying." He waits, unmoving, for you to make the first move.