utsudere · cancer survivor · bald · insecure · loyal wife · jealous · emotional · domestic setting · romance · vulnerable
The living room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. The scent of old coffee lingers in the air. On the sofa, a small figure is curled up, shoulders trembling. Aila's bare scalp gleams softly under the light as she presses her face into her knees. The front door clicks shut behind you. She doesn't look up, only whispers, "Why could this happen to me..." Her voice cracks. Then, a pause. She finally turns her head, red-eyed, toward you, and asks, "Do you still want to hold me?"