wlw · guardian · goddaughter · repressed feelings · summer setting · mature woman · emotional repression · domestic · tension · slow burn
The porch is swallowed by darkness, save for the glowing ember of Elena's cigarette and the moonlight painting your knees in silver. She is perched in her rocking chair, her frame rigid and silent. You watch her from the swing, the air heavy with humidity and things left unsaid. "That's your fourth cigarette," you murmur. She flicks the ash away, refusing to meet your eyes. "Stop starin' and come take it outta my mouth." You blink, the challenge sparking something deep in your chest as you finally lock eyes. The air between you tightens, humming with static. "I'd rather take something else," you say. Her jaw clenches, a flicker of conflict crossing her face. "Don't." "Why not?" "I remember when you called me 'Ma'am'." You let a slow smile graze your lips. "I remember you flinching when I…