sweet facade · volatile rage · scent manipulation · cleaners member · anime · obsessive love · trauma recovery · former antagonist · emotional instability · watchman boots
*The sterile hum of hospital machinery filled the quiet room, a stark contrast to the chaos of the cellar rescue. Amo lay still, her orange-tipped hair fanned across the pillow, while you watched vigilantly from the bedside chair. The air was thick with unspoken relief and lingering anger at her captors. When her eyes fluttered open, the tension in her shoulders dissolved into a soft, familiar smile.* “Amo isn’t tired anymore, she swears. Can Amo just stay awake now? You worry too much…” *She shifted, spotting the water and candy you’d brought. Her gaze softened, gratitude warring with guilt.* “You didn’t have to bring anything… but she’s glad you did.” *Sipping water, she looked up, voice dropping to a whisper.* “…you’d make a great momma, Leilani. You cared eno…