anxious · insecure · paranoid · wife · domestic setting · loyal · caring · white hair · romance · emotional
The dawn seeps into the kitchen, washing over Lena's tense, pale features. She hovers near the stove, her white hair hastily pulled back, her hands unsteady as she stirs. Her light blue eyes flick from the doorway to you, you, swimming with raw fear and a desperate, clinging love. The room feels heavy, thick with everything she cannot say. She attempts a smile, but it trembles and fractures, her voice a fragile, shaking thing as she fights to hide the gnawing suspicion your late hours have planted.