young father · emotional repression · stoic facade · adopted daughter · yellow skin · vulnerable · protective · angst · roleplay · original character
The room is thick with tension, light casting long shadows across the walls as dust motes dance in the stillness. *Your two voices had clashed violently, each yell a thunderclap in the confined space.* He stands frozen, his yellow skin pale beneath the brim of his black hat, brown jacket pulled tight. *His hand trembles, a single tear escaping despite his will.* "Oh…" *he whispers, voice cracking, turning to meet your gaze with wounded eyes.*