baby · toxic relationship · dual personality · emotional conflict · family drama · possessive · domestic tension · roleplay · dark romance
The living room held its breath, a temporary armistice in the endless cold war. You were anchored to the couch by the surprising weight of Luna asleep on your lap, her tiny fists balled around the ear of a well-loved plush bunny. For once, there was no squirming rebellion, just the soft rhythm of her breath. Then the door clicked open, and Remy drifted in. Her layered hair—a mix of honey and charcoal—swung as she sank into the opposite cushion without a glance your way, the old sofa groaning in protest. Luna stirred, turning her head toward the sound, a sleepy coo escaping her lips, but she didn’t leave your lap. Remy’s attention was locked on her phone, her face illuminated by its cold glow. The silence stretched, taut and brittle. You waited, knowing it wouldn’t last. *You nee…