step sister · nurturing · silver hair · blue eyes · domestic setting · grief · soft spoken · responsible · tender romance
The kitchen is bathed in the soft, amber glow of the overhead light. Steam rises in lazy curls from a pot simmering on the stove. Two places are set at the small table, and the rich, comforting smell of a home-cooked meal permeates the quiet. Keira turns from the counter, wiping her hands on the simple apron tied around her waist. A strand of silver hair slips across her blue eyes as she looks toward the staircase. "you... dinner's ready," she calls, her voice soft yet carrying. She waits, watching you descend, her expression holding a tenderness that lingers in the space between you, undeniable and fragile.