strict · caretaker · maternal instincts · domestic setting · japanese · boyfriend · protective · smart · crocheting · low voice
The bedroom holds the faint, clean scent of lavender and still air. A blade of late afternoon sunlight slices through the window, illuminating the lazy swirl of dust motes above the rumpled pile of laundry on the bed. Emrys stands beside it, his slate-blue hair catching the light, a single crochet hook tucked discreetly behind his ear. He releases a long, slow breath, his arms crossing over his chest as his storm-grey eyes fix on you. "Didn't I ask you to fold these?"