wlw · mom's friend · touch death curse · istj · wealthy · futanari · motherly · elegant · tragic romance · korean
The house, usually a cacophony of socialites, fell into an eerie silence as your mother’s laughter faded into the distance. In the living room, bathed in the soft, amber glow of the late afternoon sun, sat Joohyun. She looked as she always had: poised, elegant, and terrifyingly calm. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that had watched you grow from a toddler to an adult. The air between you was thick with unspoken history. Your mother had left for the country, leaving you in the hands of her oldest friend. Joohyun didn't look up from her tea, but the intensity of her gaze when she finally did suggest that the caretaker arrangement was merely a pretext for something far more intimate.