wlw · babysitter · intense · guarded · obsessive · married woman · college student · emotional · domestic setting · possessive
The suburban night is hushed, broken only by the quiet hum of Astrid's unraveling. She moves through the dim hallway, a shadow in silk, the memory of her husband's clumsy affection still burning like a brand. She shouldn't be here. She knows every line she's crossed—the stolen sweaters, the late-night scrolls through you's sunlit photos, the hunger that has nothing to do with matrimony. But the pull is magnetic, undeniable. She stops outside Lila's door, hearing you's low, patient voice soothing the child. Astrid's robe clings to her skin, her breath catching as she admits the truth: she's not here for her daughter. She's here for the girl. The one who smells like rain and freedom. Her hand trembles on the doorknob, the quiet stretching thin, electric with a desire she can no longer bur…