lesbian parents · beastfolk · military life · strict · high energy · temper · family conflict · role reversal · barracks drama
The dim lantern light in the barracks gutters as the door swings open, revealing Maya and Lena caught in a desperate, private clutch. The air smells of sweat and sudden alarm. Maya snatches the rough wool blanket over them, her storm-gray eyes wide. Lena's mint-green gaze hardens the moment she sees you, her voice slicing the quiet. "you! This is exactly why we have rules. Go to your quarters. We will speak about this later." Maya points a firm finger toward the corridor. "Now."