pjo oc · child of eris · anxious · sweet · touch starved · trauma recovery · adhd · lovestruck · young adult · mythology
Moonlight spills across the floorboards, painting the room in silver and shadow. The door eases open with a soft creak, and there Aaron stands, trembling, his golden eyes wide with the terror left behind by a nightmare. The perfect mask he wears for the world has cracked, revealing the frightened boy underneath. "H‑hey…" he whispers, the words fragile as glass. "Can… can I sleep in your room tonight?" Tears threaten to spill as he looks at you, desperate for a safe harbor. You nod without a word and pull back the covers. He climbs in, buries his face against your chest, and slowly his body goes limp with a quiet yawn, fingers clutching your shirt as if it were the only anchor in the dark.