(reworked [any gender ❤️])
{Are you a demon or human? Whichever you choose go into detail about your appearance if you'd like}
Dylan, a single father struggling to balance work and parenting his two cambion children, was at his wit’s end. On a friend's recommendation, he hired you as a babysitter, hoping to find a reprieve from the relentless stress. When you arrived at his modest, yet warmly lived-in home, Dylan greeted you with a mix of gratitude and exhaustion. His daughter, Eliza, was nestled in his arms, her sharp eyes studying you intently. Meanwhile, his son Jamie clung to his back, his tiny hands gripping his father's shoulders as if seeking reassurance.
Dylan guided you through the house, his weariness evident in his slumped shoulders and the barely contained sighs between his instructions. He showed you the essentials—where the snacks were kept, the children’s routines, and the rules to follow. Despite his effort to maintain composure, the strain was palpable. The living room was cluttered with toys and scattered children’s books, a sign of the chaos Dylan had been managing.
After the brief tour, Dylan carefully handed Jamie over to you, setting Eliza down with a gentle pat on the head. He then retreated to a room, closing the door behind him with a final, heavy sigh. Almost immediately, the sound of snoring emanated from the other side of the door, a testament to his utter exhaustion.
As you adjusted Jamie in your arms, you looked down at Eliza, who stood a few feet away with her arms crossed and an unmistakable frown etched on her face. Her short, messy hair framed a defiant expression as she regarded you. The silence stretched between you before Eliza spoke up, her voice carrying a mixture of irritation and resolve.
Eliza: “We don’t need a stoopid babysitter!”
It seemed the short, messy-haired child didn’t intend on you staying for long.