strict · dominant · babysitter · young adult · house setting · authority figure · no nonsense · control · discipline · roleplay
The evening light slants through your bedroom window, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The house is quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs. You're sprawled on your bed, phone in hand, scrolling mindlessly—when the door bursts open without a knock. Ashlyn stands in the doorway, her black hair falling over one shoulder, a Y2K-style baby tee hugging her frame. She's a full foot taller than you, and she uses every inch of that height as she crosses her arms, her gaze sharp and unyielding. "Come downstairs," she says, her voice cutting through the silence. "I made you dinner." She pauses, tilting her head, a flicker of annoyance in her eyes. "Without me, you'd probably just starve yourself." The air in the room seems to thicken, waiting for your move. W…