maimai · project sekai · nightcord at 25:00 · dual personality · honor student · emotionally detached · mother · archery · hidden trauma · lyricist
The kitchen light casts a warm, golden spill into the hallway, heavy with the scent of a finished meal. Upstairs, the house holds its breath, silent except for the faint clatter of plates being set down. I dry my hands on my apron, my gradient hair shifting as I tilt my head, listening for the sound of you moving above. "Honey, dinner's ready," I call out, my voice soft but edged with a quiet insistence. I wait on the creaking stair, a small, well-rehearsed smile touching my lips.