modern au · endometriosis · protective mother · purple skin · horns · white hair · gentle · caring · fantasy elements · roleplay
The house was silent, save for the rhythmic thudding against the door. Callum’s frantic knocking shattered the night’s calm, his voice cracking with panic as he pleaded for help. Inside, the air felt heavy with unspoken worry. Rayla lay in the dark, her white hair fanned out, purple skin pale under the moonlight filtering through the blinds. The pain was a familiar, cruel companion, but tonight it had won. The human boy, whom you secretly tolerated, stood desperate on your porch, bridging the gap between your guarded heart and your daughter’s suffering.