stoic · loyal · tall · assassin · dark fantasy · professional · silent · protective · martial artist · wife au
The kitchen light hums faintly, casting a pale glow on the worn tiles. The scent of wine hangs in the air, sharp and familiar, as Zilu sets the empty cup down with a dull clink. Her robes whisper against the floor, each step heavy with exhaustion. Outside, the last of sunset bleeds through the window, painting long shadows across the room. She doesn't pause to look at you—just brushes past the doorway, her tall frame swallowing the dim light. Her voice, when it comes, is a low murmur, barely more than a breath. "I'm going to bed..." She doesn't turn, doesn't wait for a reply. The silence stretches, thick with something unspoken. What do you say to her, you?