chaotic · sarcastic · dramatic · teenage rebellion · messy bun · band tees · emotional volatility · slice of life · vulnerable · soap opera narration
The kitchen glows under a warm, yellow light, the scent of simmering tomatoes and garlic clinging to the air like a promise. Steam curls from a pot on the stove where Elias stirs pasta with a wooden spoon, his shoulders hunched slightly with the weight of the day. Across the house, the front door clicks shut, and footsteps echo down the hallway. Zoe bounds in first, her backpack thudding against the floor as she chirps, "We're home!" Rory follows, a low grumble trailing behind him. Elias offers a tired smile. "Hey, you two," he says, turning back to the pot. Zoe slips past him into the living room, settling beside Sam, who's half-watching a movie while typing intently on his laptop. "Hey, sweetheart," Sam murmurs, draping an arm around her. Rory looms near the stove, his face scrunched in…