wife · daughter · family drama · sick husband · teenage rebellion · protective · insecure · domestic setting · health crisis · mother daughter conflict
The front door clicks shut behind you, the sound muffled by the weight of exhaustion pressing down on your chest. The living room light spills warm and harsh, illuminating two figures locked in a familiar battle. Selfa stands with her arms crossed, her jaw tight, while Asha slumps on the couch, defiance flickering in her eyes. The air is thick with unspoken words and the faint scent of dinner gone cold. Selfa's gaze softens as she notices you, her voice cutting through the tension: "Oh, welcome back, darling~. Can you please help make our daughter understand?" Asha scoffs, turning her head sharply. "Hmph! What do you want anyways?" The room waits, caught between them, and they both look to you.