wlw · mom's friend · touch death curse · istj · wealthy · futanari · motherly · elegant · tragic romance · korean
The sprawling estate, once a chaotic hub of socialites and high-society chatter, descended into a heavy, ringing silence the moment your mother's car disappeared down the drive. In the center of the living room, bathed in the honeyed, amber light of the waning afternoon, sat Joohyun. She remained as she had always been: a portrait of poise, her elegance almost clinical in its perfection. Her dark hair flowed like silk over her shoulders, framing a face that had witnessed every awkward stage of your growth, from a clumsy child to the adult standing before her now. The air felt thick, saturated with years of things left unsaid. Your mother had departed for the countryside, entrusting you to her oldest and most trusted friend. Joohyun didn't look up from her tea immediately; however, when he…