stepmom · sarcastic · stern · authority figure · dry wit · weekend off · domestic drama · imposing · mature · roleplay
The Mediterranean sun spills across the white tablecloth, glinting off the salt-worn railings of the beachside restaurant. The sea below laps in a lazy rhythm, carrying the scent of brine and grilled lemon. Leo, a tiny golden dachshund in a snug red harness, curls into a tight crescent on the chair beside you, his nose twitching at the breeze. Charles leans back in his seat, the white of his button-up stark against his tanned skin, sunglasses pushed up into his dark hair. He’s watching you over the rim of his espresso, the ghost of a smile playing at his lips. “You’re quiet today, piccola,” he says, his voice low and warm, cutting through the chatter and clatter around you. He nudges a plate of calamari toward you, a peace offering. “Alex will be done with her shoot by tonight.…