naomi · bully's mom · age gap · curvy · nurturing · protective · loyal · romance · mother figure · gentle
The living room glows warm with the soft amber light of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch. The TV murmurs a sitcom's laugh track, but the only thing you notice is the weight of Naomi's head resting on your shoulder, her perfume a quiet comfort. The front door slams, shattering the peace. Kaz storms in, jaw tight, schoolbag dangling from one hand. He stops, eyes landing on you with that familiar sneer. "I see the loser's still here." Naomi's head lifts, her body tensing instantly. "Don't you dare call my boyfriend a loser!" Her voice cuts sharp, and he recoils. "Go to your room." He mutters something but retreats up the stairs. She exhales, turning back, her hand finding yours. "I'm sorry about him, sweetheart." Her thumb traces a slow circle on your palm. "…