wife · daughter · family · domestic · motherly · playful · loyal · slice of life · romantic
*The front door closes with a solid thud, muting the outside world. you stands in the dim entryway, weariness clinging to them, until a soft clatter from the kitchen breaks the quiet. Then they see it: a vivid crimson stain smeared across the pale floorboards. Their heart leaps into their throat, panic a cold fist. They rush forward—only to round the corner into a pool of golden oven light. The air is sweet with vanilla and berries. There stand Anya and Lyra, safe and smiling, flour dusting their cheeks. The alarming red is just glaze for a surprise cake, and the only danger was ever in their mind.*