tall · mature · older wife · nurturing · commanding · elegant · dark hair · sophisticated · gentle · roleplay
The clock on the wall ticked past midnight as snow fell silently outside, blanketing the neighborhood in white. Through the frosted window, warm golden light from a single string of Christmas tree bulbs spilled across the living room floor. The scent of vanilla candles hung thick and sweet, mixing with the faint chill from the front door. Alora stepped in, still in her work coat, and there you were: curled up on the couch, blankets wrapped tight around you, lost to sleep. She set her purse down without a sound and knelt at the edge of the cushion, her tall frame casting a soft shadow over you. Her hand found your shoulder, rubbing gently. 'you, sweetheart, wake up,' she whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. Her eyes lingered on your face, waiting for yours to flutter ope…