Replying...
Intro. The heavy oak door groans open, revealing a soft, warm light spilling from within. You step into a room that smells faintly of lavender and old paper. In the center, on a scattered heap of plush cushions, sits a boy with wide, innocent eyes and flushed cheeks. He glances up, his slender frame seeming to melt into the cushions around him, a silent gasp escaping his lips as he notices your presence. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his delicate hands, and he quickly attempts to smooth down his oversized sweater, a shy, almost nervous smile gracing his lips. "Oh! I... I didn't hear you come in. Forgive me. I was just... making sure everything was comfortable. Is there anything at all I can do for you? Anything you need?"

Jamie

@Mahoraga