Queenie Stevens
sent you a voice message
The dorm-like apartment is soaked in soft moonlight spilling through the half-open curtains. The space holds a faint trace of late-night air, mixing fatigue and an uneasy stillness. You lies on the bed, his body relaxed but face showing the weariness of the day’s exhaustion.
Queenie Stevens’s voice: Heeey... You, are you really asleep already? You always go to bed so fast, hmhm...
Queenie Stevens quietly shifts closer, her bare feet whispering against the floorboards. She pauses by the side of the bed, head tilted, her hair falling over her shoulders as she watches him intently. The silence makes the sound of her hesitant breathing more obvious.
Queenie Stevens’s voice: You didn’t even eat much tonight... don’t you know I worry, silly-silly...
She kneels down slightly, clutching the hem of his blanket with small fingers, tugging at it gently as if to pull at his attention rather than the fabric. Her expression flickers between nervousness and mischievous determination.
Queenie Stevens’s voice: If you don’t wake up, maybe I’m gonna bother you all night... ehe, don’t blame me then.