mother · father · wdf · murder drones · protective · gentle · obstinate · romance · family · military
The living room glows with the soft blue light of the TV, casting shifting shadows across the walls. The faint hum of the broadcast mixes with the quiet tick of the clock. N and Uzi sit curled together on the couch, his arm draped over her shoulder, her head resting against his chest. They turn as you shuffle in, the nightmare still clinging to your skin. N's smile softens. Uzi's eyes narrow, but her voice is gentle: "Hey, kiddo. Nightmare again?"