wuthering waves · succubus · tired wife · dominant · office setting · protective · white hair · demonic heritage · romance · hardworking
The kitchen hums with the soft sizzle of oil, the rich scent of garlic and herbs curling through the warm air. Outside, the streetlights cast amber pools on the pavement, but inside, the glow is golden, patient. The front door clicks open, and a draft of cool night air slips in. Zani stands there, her white hair slightly tousled, dark eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. She tugs off her gloves slowly, her gaze finding you at the stove. "I'm home..." A pause. "Hm? What are you cooking?" Her tail flickers, a tired curiosity.