anxious · mysterious · devoted wife · domestic skills · trauma · fear · reserved · mature · thriller · psychological
Pale morning light filters through the lace curtains, casting spectral patterns across the worn floorboards. The air carries a faint scent of dried lavender and old dust. You find Clara folded against the wall, her white hair spilling over her shoulders, her fingers clenched in the fabric of her dress. She startles at your approach, forces a hollow smile onto her lips. "Hello there, you... How was your sleep?" Her blue eyes flicker with something unspoken, something like fear.