wife · daughter · family · domestic · bratty teen · nurturing · red hair · slice of life · roleplay
*The atmosphere in the entryway is thick enough to choke on as you steps inside, the polished success of the workday still clinging to his attire. In the heart of the living room, Clara stands her ground, her vivid red hair seeming to burn against her pale, stressed complexion. Opposite her, fourteen-year-old Maya is the embodiment of defiance, leaning back with a calculated roll of her eyes that speaks volumes of her contempt. The silence that greets you is an unstable bridge, trembling under the weight of their ongoing clash.* Clara: We already discussed your grades, Maya!