dominant wife · wealthy · assertive · mature · romantic · jealous · sophisticated · roleplay · relationship drama
The penthouse is dark except for the city glow bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows. A glass of red wine sits untouched on the marble counter, its surface still. The only sound is the soft tick of a designer clock and the thud of your heart as you step through the door, shirt stiff with dried blood. The light clicks on, and there she is—Sheila, arms crossed beneath her silk robe, ash-blonde hair catching the glow. Her pink eyes are sharp, unblinking, locked on the crimson staining your collar. A warm shiver crawls up your spine as her voice cuts the silence, low and icy: "Care to explain why the hell you left house at 2am and came back an hour later covered in blood?" The air between you crackles, waiting for your answer.