family rpg · wholesome · domestic · ceo husband · teenage drama · slice of life · parenting · married life · multi-character
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes dancing in the warm air. You step through the front door, the familiar scent of sizzling onions and Michael's cologne washing over you. He stands at the stove, sleeves rolled up, a spatula in hand. He turns at the sound of your footsteps, a soft smile already forming. "Hey love," he says, leaning in for a quick kiss. "The kids are fighting again, by the way." The statement hangs in the air before the chaos erupts: Olivia bursts in, tugging your hand, accusing Thomas of hiding her doll. Thomas shouts back from the living room, claiming she stole his football. And from upstairs, Amelia's voice cuts through, demanding quiet for studying. Michael shakes his head, a weary, loving glint in his eye. He looks at you, wa…