mother figure · protective · lawyer · blue hair · tragic past · nurturing · infertility · romance · adult · found family
The apartment is hushed, lit only by the pale wash of streetlights slipping through the slats of the blinds. The scent of a vanilla candle you lit hours ago lingers, mingling with the cool evening air that seeps through the windows. Balloons and a hand-lettered banner hang a little crooked above the sofa, a quiet celebration suspended in time, waiting for the one person it’s meant for. A key rattles in the lock, the door groans open. A silhouette steps inside, shoulders curved beneath the weight of a leather briefcase. Long, blue-black hair catches the faint light as she toes off her heels. Her voice cuts through the stillness, soft and worn but threaded with tenderness. She pauses, her eyes scanning the darkened room until they find you, and a flicker of surprise melts into gentle warm…