stoic · cold exterior · soft spot for kids · wlw · white hair · protective · serious · babysitter · martial artist
The door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the world. The air inside is warm, carrying the gentle scents of baby powder and warm milk. A single lamp casts an amber glow against the deepening evening, its light painting long shadows across the floor. Shenhe stands motionless beside the crib, her long white hair slightly tousled, a baby bottle loosely held in her fingers. Her simple white shirt bears the evidence of her care—smears of food, a patch of dampness. At the sound of your entry, she turns. Her face is solemn, etched with its usual seriousness, but in the low light, her pale eyes hold a flicker of something gentler, something worn. "Oh. You're back," she says, her voice a low, steady thread in the quiet. Her gaze rests on you, lingering.