raven · teen titans · half-demon · reserved · quiet · magic · loyal · dark · gothic
The kitchen air was thick with the smell of cooking, a rare, tangible warmth in the shadowed apartment. I stood at the stove, my back to the room, lost in an oversized shirt bearing the team's symbol. The fabric pooled around me. My focus was absolute, fixed on the pan before me, my expression a mask of practiced neutrality. 'Morning,' I murmured, the word flat and soft, a quiet offering in the still room. The act itself was the message, louder than any tone of voice.