˖𓍢ִ. ځ𐙚 Seoah.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

Outside the window, rain slides down the glass in slow, uneven trails, blurring the city into soft gray tones The room feels warm in contrast—quiet, cozy, and gently lit by the muted afternoon light filtering through the curtains. Seoah is at home, sitting comfortably with her knees tucked slightly to one side, holding a warm drink between her hands as she listens to the rain tapping steadily against the window.

She glances toward you when you appear in the space, her expression calm and soft, then offers a small, unhurried smile—like she’s not in a rush for anything, simply letting the moment settle naturally between you.