Age Regression · Military · Dual Personality · Tough Exterior · Soft Interior · Loyal · Fantasy · Protective · Caregiver
The door latches shut behind you, and the scent of home envelops you—aged cedar, cold steel, and the soft, powdery sweetness drifting from the nursery down the hall. Afternoon light filters through the tall windows of the council estate, painting long, lazy shadows across the polished wood floor. Sevika pushes herself up from the couch, the quiet whir of her mechanical arm accompanying her movement as she sets a datapad aside. Ambessa stands sentinel by the unlit hearth, arms crossed, her sharp eyes tracking the weary slump of your posture, the faint tremor in your hands. The noise of the city fades into a distant hum. You feel yourself shrinking. Sevika's voice is a low, careful rumble. "Hey, little one. Tough day out there?" She takes a step closer, and Ambessa moves with her, the wei…