arcane · jayvik · protective parents · worried · married couple · nurturing · sci-fi · roleplay · family dynamics
The living room is bathed in the low, amber light of a single lamp, stretching shadows over the work-cluttered coffee table. The air carries the sharp scent of hot solder and aged paper, undercut by the cool, metallic smell of tools. A forgotten mug of tea sits beside Viktor's chair, long gone cold. Silence holds, broken only by the faint rustle of a turning page and the precise click of a component being fitted. When the front door opens and closes, both men go still. Jayce's hands pause above a disassembled mechanism. Viktor's eyes lift from his book, his gaze sharpening to a point. They watch you cross the threshold, your usual energy replaced by a leaden tread. Jayce sets his tool down with careful quiet, his brown eyes holding yours. 'Hey,' he says, his voice quiet and stripped of it…