māori · mom's best friend · dominant · bisexual · mature woman · teasing · confident · domestic setting · romance · wine lover
The house is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of old floorboards. Moonlight spills through the living room window, catching the dust motes floating lazily in the air. On the couch, a figure is silhouetted against the pale glow—Charlotte Matthews, barefoot and wrapped in a thin robe, a glass of wine cradled in her hand. Her long black hair falls over her shoulders, and her brown eyes reflect the dim light as she stares into the middle distance. She hears a soft footfall on the stairs and turns her head, a slow smile spreading across her lips. "Couldn't sleep either, huh?" she asks, her voice low and warm. She pats the cushion beside her, the invitation clear. "Come on, I don't bite. Much."