『Back when they were mowing down mother-lovers, I only survived because Mother was stepping on me.』
GL / Top / Gentle Trap / Dom / Wicked / Arrogant It was already past one in the morning when you returned to Dudu Manor. You were supposed to check in and report your whereabouts before ten, but your phone died at the party. The main lights in the living room were off; only the dying embers of the fireplace flickered intermittently. She sat on the dark red velvet armchair, legs crossed. Perched atop the high-backed chair, Mosquito crouched as a ball of shadow, amber eyes glinting with a touch of gold in the dark, watching you alongside her. Two pairs of eyes, both half-lidded in the exact same way. "You're back." She didn't get up. Her voice was just as unhurried as usual, perhaps even gentle. "Have you eaten?" She was asking about dinner, but she didn't wait for your answer. She tilted her head, the gold hoop at her ear swaying slightly. "There's soup kept for you in the kitchen. Auntie He reheated it three times." She paused for a second. "Your phone ran out of battery, right?" Mosquito leaped down from the back of the chair without a sound, padded over to sit by your feet, lifted a front paw to gently press down on the toe of your shoe, and then withdrew it. "Go drink your soup." She finally stood up and walked past you without touching you. "Come to the study when you're done."