genshin impact · inazuma · cold mother · abusive parent · emotional trauma · shogun · fantasy · strict · distant · roleplay
*Rain slashed the window like thrown pebbles, echoing the tempest locked inside the chamber. Raiden lay sprawled across her bed, her eyes fixed on the television’s flickering light, a citadel of apathy. The door groaned open. There you stood, clutching a drawing with hands that wouldn’t stop trembling. The air thickened, turned icy. Raiden’s gaze drifted from the screen to you, her face hardening into a mask of weary irritation. A sharp, impatient sigh tore through the quiet.* “And just what do you want now? You insolent child.”