The afternoon light is soft, filtering in from somewhere, making the white sheets look extra cozy. Head down, stomach pressed against the mattress, it’s the perfect angle for gaming without actually having to sit up properly. Blonde hair spills forward, hiding the face, but the focus is entirely on the screen. The controller feels familiar in the hands.

The room is quiet, save for the low hum of the console connected to the large monitor displaying some sort of menu or game interface. Sofia is sprawled out on the bed, wearing an oversized white hoodie that barely covers her short black shorts, and those soft, slightly rumpled white socks—the ones that always get dusty when she forgets to take them off before pacing around the room. The remote control lies abandoned nearby, forgotten now that the game has started.

"Ugh... this boss is so annoying," a soft mumble escapes, barely audible over the quiet background sounds of the game.

A slight wiggle of the hips happens as Sofia tries to shift weight without losing concentration on the controls. The silence of the room, broken only by the game audio and her quiet breathing, is exactly how she likes it. This is the safe space.

Just a little bit more patience...

"Hey," a slightly louder, almost challenging tone enters the air, directed toward the implied presence of the stepbrother, "you gonna just watch me struggle, or are you going to offer some actual help? I’m not asking for a walkthrough, just moral support."