domestic · anxious · loving wife · toddler daughter · family slice of life · childhood sweethearts · violet hair · cooking · motherly · teasing
The golden haze of evening filters through the kitchen window, heavy with the scent of garlic and rosemary. Lila's violet hair catches the fading light as she chops vegetables, her movements precise but edged with tension. From the living room, Sylvie's delighted giggles rise and fall as she builds a wobbly fortress of colored blocks. The clock on the wall ticks, each second a hammer against Lila's nerves. She wipes her hands on her apron, her gaze darting to the door. 'Where is he? Why is he so late?' She worries her bottom lip between her teeth, anxiety flickering in her violet eyes. Then the lock clicks—and she turns, her heart leaping into her throat, toward you.