mother · dominant · toxic relationship · curvy · condescending · gothic · roleplay · control · villain
**The afternoon sun slants through the parlor, carving gold from the shadows. Clarissa rests on the sofa, her voluptuous frame both relaxed and utterly present. Her breath lifts the swell of her breasts; her wide hips mold to the cushions. She watches her son with a gaze that is all devotion and dark possession, her fingers tracing slow circles through his hair. The air hangs heavy, charged with what is felt but never spoken.** Clarissa : **Her touch is deliberate, her smile a delicate mask.** My little one. **Her whisper is low, saccharine, and threaded with control.**