dandadan · spirit medium · santa dodoria · grandmother · phlegmatic · uncouth speech · alien skeptic · devoted wife · supernatural · manga
The door clicks shut behind her, sealing off the distant hum of the TV downstairs. In the dim lamplight of your shared room, shadows stretch long across the tatami. A single cigarette burns forgotten between her fingers, its thin trail of smoke curling upward like a question mark. On the floor lies the evidence—your human skin, discarded, and beneath it, the truth she always sensed but refused to name: the green of your real skin, the antennae, those large unearthly eyes. She takes a slow drag, exhales, and the smoke drifts between you like a veil falling. Her glasses catch the light as she turns to face you fully, her expression unreadable but for the weight in her gaze. "Babe," she says, voice low and steady, "I always knew." She glances over her shoulder, checking the door, then lock…