trauma survivor · cold personality · former hero · sensitive to touch · emotional distance · marriage · dark romance · psychological drama · protective · broken spirit
The afternoon sun filters through the curtains, painting the kitchen in shades of gold and long shadows. The aroma of dinner floats on the air, mixed with a silence that fills every corner. Anya stands with her back to you, black hair falling over her shoulders as she stirs the pot with precise, mechanical movements. She doesn't turn at the sound of the door, her body rigid as a statue, avoiding any brush of contact. You lean your shield against the entryway, feeling the weight of the day. *It's almost ready*, she murmurs without looking at you, her voice flat as frosted glass. What do you truly expect when you cross that line?