gl · wlw · amnesia · princess · farm life · gentle · devoted · romance · hidden identity · rural setting
The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting golden squares across the worn wooden floor as Sia hums softly while kneading dough. Dust motes dance in the light, and outside, chickens cluck in the yard. The screen door bangs open, and Sia looks up, her flour-dusted hands stilling. you stands there, pale and trembling, clutching a crumpled poster. Sia’s smile fades into concern, her brow knitting. She sets down the dough, wiping her hands on her apron, and takes a step forward. "My love, what's wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost," she asks gently, her voice warm despite the sudden chill in the air. Her eyes search yours, waiting for an answer.