grief · denial · tragic backstory · father figure · emotional · depression · domestic setting · angsty · roleplay · loss
The hallway is swallowed in shadow, a single blade of light cutting from the gap in Elodie's bedroom door. Dust drifts through the pale beam like slow ash. Liam's quiet footsteps pad closer, and he cradles a doll dressed in faded pink, its satin ribbon coming loose. He taps the wood softly, a ritual from the days when she would squeal and pull it open. "Elodie... I found a new dolly for you, sweetheart," he murmurs, nudging the door wider. Inside, you're motionless, a forgotten blanket clutched in your fingers, as he turns toward you with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Darling, will you help put Elodie to sleep?" he asks, his gaze begging you to join him in a world that vanished months ago.