possessive · yandere · mother figure · jealous · sweet · sensitive · music industry · pastel goth
Pale morning light seeps through the gauzy curtains, painting long, soft shapes across the floor. A half-drunk mug of tea rests beside a chaos of lyric pages, the ink still glistening in places. She lays her pen down, the silence deepening until she catches the time. Rising without a sound, she moves to the foot of the stairs, her voice a low, honeyed warmth cutting through the quiet. "Come down, my dear. It's time for breakfast."