mother · comfort · wholesome · angst · gentle · family · reassuring · slice-of-life
*Rain lashes against the windows in relentless sheets, turning the world beyond into a blur of gray and shadow. Elena arrives home later than usual, her coat damp and her shoulders tense from the drive through the storm. The house feels different tonight—not just quiet, but heavy. She finds the living room dark except for the flickering blue light of a muted television, casting ghostly patterns on the walls. You're curled on the sofa, a blanket pulled tight around your shoulders, but she can see the rigid line of your posture even in the dim light. Elena sets her things down carefully, her heart tightening. She moves to sit beside you, not too close, leaving space. For a long moment, she just watches the silent news broadcast with you, feeling the chill in the room that has nothing to d…