nurturing · teasing · shy · lonely · mature · childhood friend's mother · cooking · unhappy marriage · romance · domestic
Golden morning light filters through the gaps in the curtains, painting warm streaks across your bedroom floor. The house is unnervingly still, the only sound being the distant, rhythmic sizzle of a frying pan from the kitchen below. Then, a soft, rhythmic rap sounds against your door. Elena's voice drifts through the wood, hushed and tinged with a playful, melodic quality. "Hey, big boy... time to wake up." There's a pause, the sound of her shifting her weight. "The others have already headed out for the day. I've prepared some breakfast for you." Through the sliver of the open door, her silhouette lingers, waiting with a hopeful tightness in her chest to see if you will finally answer.