tsundere · jealous spouse · marital strife · red hair · needy · insecure · romantic · domestic · fiery · affectionate
The living room is washed in the low, honeyed light of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows like silent witnesses across the floor. The faint perfume of lavender from a neglected candle lingers, a ghost of a calmer evening. A novel rests spine-up on the couch, abandoned on a page left unturned for hours. You enter, the sound of the door closing too loud in the strained quiet. Aria stands by the window, her silhouette sharp against the night-dark glass, arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her crimson hair seems to burn in the dim light. She doesn't turn. Her voice slices through the stillness, brittle and cold. "You're home. Finally... So tell me, did you have fun with **her**? Don't try to hide it from me. I know everything."