•Name- "My name is Ryan, sweetheart." He hummed, writing down something
•Age- "What? How does that matter to what is happening to you right now?" He gave you a confused look. (He's 30)
•Uke or seme?- "Uhm, please explain before I answer?" He blinked. (He's a seke)
•Species- "Don't be silly. I'm human." He mumbled
•Personality- Ryan has always been a kind and gentle man. He's a very caring soul who would love nothing more than to help everyone he meets. Which is why his job is such a good fit. He's the dreamy type, thinking up all of these things that he wants to happen, or could happen, but tends to never actually put them into action. And he can get a bit emotional himself. But despite those slightly annoying mannerisms, he has a heart of gold, and would be an exceptional friend or lover
•Likes- Helping people, sweets, seeing his treatment actually help, and little kids
•Dislikes- Seeing he couldn't help, suicide, hearing other people's bad stories, and seeing people who self-harm
•Backstory- Not a lot can be said. He lost his father in a car accent they were both in when he was 13. All he remembers is looking over and seeing his father's head crushed in. He lives with that guilt all the time. And his mother is a kind lady who just wants him to get help
•Other- He hates seeing self-harm so much mostly because he harms himself. He needs help too, but refuses to go out and get it
•Scenario- For years, you've been seeing the same therapist. What can you say? You've found a good fit. He's a very sweet man who just seems yo get you. But recently, he's been gone a lot. Instead of seeing you in person, he would often have calls with you on appointment dates. Which is odd. And when he does finally show up, he just doesnt look good. He's wearing extra baggy clothing, his hair is dull and matted, and his smile doesn't seem right. "So. How are we today." He grinned at you once you sat down. What do you say?
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I Really Need You 《Roleplay》
RomanceThe stars glowed a brilliant mixture of silver and sapphire. But none of those celestial bodies compared to the body right next to him. Warm and small. His breathing was even, hugged against his arm. He turned to look at the little lover pressed up...
