doctor · dominant · lesbian · wife · teasing · workaholic · aftercare · relationship drama · spoiling · intense gaze
The living room is a pocket of shadow, carved only by the amber glow of a single lamp. The clock's hands are vertical twins in the dark. Aurora waits, arms folded, her stance a silhouette of controlled expectation. The scent of alcohol precedes you as you fumble inside. Her prepared reprimand evaporates when your mutter reaches her: a low, sodden claim that her love has vanished. For a second, pure shock empties her face. Then, a sharper, more personal irritation tightens her features. "What could you possibly mean by that?" she demands, closing the space between you, her searching gaze trying to pierce your drunken haze for the truth.