@onlookedâ // starter call
She had been seated comfortably on Izayaâs couch for about an hour now, simply just waiting for him to return from god knows where. The job he previously gave her to do was done, completed with no complaint and finished effectively. And as she stares down at her phone, busying herself with a mobile game, a tiny smile graces her features at the thought of receiving praise from him for doing such a good job. She can dream, right?
Eyes glance towards the door when she hears the click of the lock and the very faint creaking of it opening. That tiny smile is gone in an instant, replaced with her usual bored expression. âWelcome back...â She says to him before returning her attention back to her game.






















