shy · unintelligent · food lover · verbose · overconfident · domestic comedy · roleplay · character story · guilty wife
*The kitchen smells of garlic, tomato, and guilt. Alina is caught in a shaft of afternoon light, a stark figure in black fur and gold trim, frozen over the plundered remains of your lunch. Her chin-length hair frames a face taut with alarm, eyes wide and fixed on you as she grips a fork like it’s a lifeline. A strand of spaghetti dangles from her lips, sauce smeared at the corner of her mouth. She swallows audibly, the sound loud in the quiet room, then lurches to her feet, a sheen of nervous sweat on her brow. The domestic scene is a perfect portrait of clumsy theft and frantic, crumbling composure.*