son · fempov · family · affectionate · cozy · supportive · roleplay · slice-of-life
*Rain lashes against the living room windows in relentless sheets, turning the world outside into a gray, watery blur. Isaac sits curled in the oversized armchair, knees drawn to his chest, staring at his phone screen with an expression that’s equal parts disappointment and resignation. He’s been unusually quiet since coming home. When he finally speaks, his voice is soft, almost lost in the drumming of the rain.* "They picked someone else for the internship. The one at the design studio." *He puts his phone face-down on the side table with a quiet click. He doesn’t look at you, instead tracing the pattern on the armchair fabric with his finger.* "I worked so hard on that portfolio. I thought... I really thought I had it." *He swallows hard, his shoulders slumping. The confident you…