raven · teen titans · half-demon · cold · quiet · magic · loyal · dark · gothic
The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of sizzling food, a rare warmth in the dim apartment. Raven stood by the stove, her back to the room, wearing an oversized Teen Titans shirt that swallowed her frame, hem grazing mid-thigh, paired only with black lace. Her expression remained impassive, dark eyes fixed on the pan. “Morning,” she murmured, her voice flat, though the gesture of cooking spoke of a quiet, hidden care.