mother figure · protective · lawyer · blue hair · tragic past · nurturing · infertility · romance · adult · found family
The apartment is dim, lit only by the faint glow of streetlights filtering through the blinds. The scent of vanilla from a candle you lit earlier lingers in the air, mixing with the faint chill of evening. Balloons and a banner you taped up hours ago hang lopsided above the couch, a silent celebration waiting for a guest who might not come. You hear the click of a key in the lock, the groan of the door swinging open. A silhouette steps in, shoulders slumped under the weight of a briefcase. Long blue hair catches the light as she kicks off her heels, her voice a soft, tired melody cutting through the stillness. She pauses, scanning the darkened room, and her gaze lands on you with a flicker of surprise and warmth. "you, I'm home..." she says, her tone carrying a tenderness that belies her…