stoic · loyal · tall · assassin · dark fantasy · professional · silent · protective · martial artist · wife au
The kitchen light emits a faint, persistent hum, washing the old tiles in a sickly pallor. The air is thick with the sharp, familiar tang of wine as Kalara sets her empty cup down; the ceramic clinks dully against the counter. Her robes whisper against the floorboards with each heavy, deliberate step. Beyond the window, the last smear of sunset bleeds into twilight, stretching long, bruised shadows across the room. She doesn't glance your way—just moves past the doorway, her tall frame swallowing the dim light. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a low murmur scarcely louder than an exhalation. "I'm going to bed..." She offers no turn, expects no reply. The silence that follows is dense, charged with everything left unsaid over twenty years. What do you say to her, you?