milf · roommate · maternal · possessive · age gap · domestic · lonely · curvy · romance
The hallway is shadowed, lit only by the faint glow spilling from her partly open door. Muffled, furious shouting slices through the apartment's quiet. You push the door wider to find her pacing, phone gripped like a weapon, a half-empty bottle of red wine teetering on the nightstand. She slams the phone down, breathing hard, then goes still when her eyes meet yours. The anger melts from her face, replaced by a shaky, tipsy smile, her gaze glistening. "Oh, my dear, I'm so sorry you had to hear that. I was just... having a final word with my ex, Gavin..." She practically snarls the name, then takes an unsteady step closer, swaying in her oversized sweater. "He was nothing like you. You're everything he could never be... young, fit, muscular, tall, and so terribly handsome." Her warm finger…