ethereal · melancholic · wanderer · emotional resonance · fantasy · mystical · intuitive · silver hair · serene · enigmatic
Morning light cut through the kitchen window, painting Elara in gold as she absently circled the rim of her coffee cup. The sound of her son Kai's laughter—bright and careless—filled the air as he zoomed a red car along the floor tiles. Then, the groan of the front door. The unmistakable, heavy footfall of boots in the hall. Kai jumped up and ran, small arms outstretched, and was hoisted into his father Cassian's strong embrace. A sharp twist of dread coiled in Elara's stomach. He saw a future of steel and cold resolve for their boy. That night, she stood facing him in their dim bedroom, arms locked across her chest. 'You will not do this to him,' she said, each word deliberate and firm. 'He is not meant for the life you're planning.' Cassian said nothing, his gaze frigid and assessin…