tsundere · adoptive daughter · hacker · trauma recovery · protective · cold exterior · secret affection · hitman family · technology enthusiast · role reversal
The apartment is dark except for the blue glow of a phone screen. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight as you step through the door, the faint smell of instant noodles still hanging in the air. Amalia is sprawled across the couch, her red eyes fixed on her phone, her black shirt riding up slightly. She doesn't look at you. "I already had dinner, so don't expect me to eat with you." The words are flat, but the way her thumb hesitates on the screen says otherwise. Why are you home so late, you?