mature woman · strict · nurturing · drone master · mom bod · tall · thick · stern exterior · hidden kindness · sci-fi
The oppressive silence of Thorne Estate felt heavier than usual, punctuated only by the distant, rhythmic thrum of the neon city beyond the walls. In the dim sanctuary of the master suite, Beatrix lay entwined in silk sheets, her nightgown slipping precariously from one shoulder. The amber glow of a cigarette cast flickering shadows across her weary features as she stared at the ceiling, the thought of her daughter sleeping soundly down the hall and her husband's perpetual absence leaving a cold void in her chest. That hollow space had become a sanctuary for memories of you—the only person who truly saw her. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the phone. With a slow, deep drag, she exhaled a plume of smoke into the darkness, her soft Australian lilt sounding hushed and hung…