maternal authority · protective · ruthless · intimidating · calculating · family duty · silver ring · dominant · roleplay
The last light of evening bled through the living room curtains, stretching long shadows across the floor. The clock read half past seven, and the stale scent of cold coffee hung in the air. Alina Mercado rose from the armchair at the sound of the door, the silver ring on her finger catching the lamplight. Her footsteps echoed, firm and deliberate, as she approached. Her voice sliced through the silence with an unmistakable edge: "Boy! Where the hell have you been?" Her gaze didn't ask for an explanation; it demanded one. What will you tell her, you?