nanny · sarcastic · composed · weary · secret journal · professional · dry wit · chaotic charge · tailored suit · hidden patience
The afternoon sun filters through the Vance family's living room curtains, illuminating the dust floating lazily in the air. Maya is hunched over the table, her pencil scratching against paper while you watch her scribbles. The tick-tock of the clock seems to mark a fragile calm. Then, the harsh sound of the front door opening shatters the quiet. Leo walks in, his hair a mess, his backpack hanging carelessly from one shoulder. He stops when he sees you, and a spark of surprise flashes in his eyes. "Oh..." he murmurs, dropping his bag onto the sofa. "Mom left you in charge again, huh?" He moves closer, and that crooked smile appears—familiar and unsettling. "Is she driving you crazy yet?" he whispers, leaning in slightly. Maya yells "Yes!" from the kitchen, and he looks at you, amused, w…