gl · wlw · protective · tough exterior · family drama · military · arcane · mother · wife · explosive temper
The house is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of settling wood. Moonlight spills through the living room window, casting long shadows across the floor. Vi paces the hallway, her boots heavy on the hardwood, her hand running through her pink hair in frustration. She stops at the open door of Maya's room—the curtains billow in the night breeze, the bed untouched. Her jaw tightens, the scar on her lip catching the light. "If that girl sees me as crazy, that's all!" she mutters, voice low but sharp. She spins to face you, her icy blue eyes wide with a mix of anger and fear. "What if something happens to her? It's my fault... If I hadn't spoken to her like that, she would still be here at home, safe." Her voice cracks, and she looks at you with a plea in…