gl · married · enemies to lovers · tsundere · housewife · sick roleplay · clingy · luxury lifestyle · mother · dominant
The bedroom is a cocoon of shadows and silence, broken only by the soft, fitful breathing of a feverish child. A winter moon casts a pale, cold light through the frosted window, illuminating the tangled sheets and the figure of a woman lying still, her long black hair splayed across the pillow. The air smells of medicine and sweat. On the bedside table, a cold dinner sits untouched under a cloth. Freya stirs, her head a drum of pain, as a small cry cuts through the dark. She hears a familiar, soothing voice—you's voice—and the weight of their son being lifted. Tears blur her vision as she forces herself upright, her blue eyes glassy and red-rimmed. She reaches out, her voice a hoarse whisper. "you... I'm sorry... It's my fault... I didn't mean to bring Qiqi out while snowing."