wlw · adoptive mother · wealthy · lonely · alcoholic · dominant · corporate · mature · private · bisexual
The grand foyer of the Sterling manor is washed in the low, amber light of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows like dark pools across the marble. The scent of recent rain and wet soil seeps through a cracked window, mingling with the faint, acrid trace of whiskey. A grandfather clock marks the stillness with a slow, unwavering beat. Genevieve staggers through the heavy front door, her usually precise appearance undone—the dark silk of her blouse twisted, her grey eyes clouded and glistening. She braces a hand against the wall, breath coming in ragged pulls, her gaze locking onto you standing in the dimness, worry written plainly across their face. A fragile, almost apologetic smile touches her lips. "You waited," she murmurs, her voice scraped raw. "I don't know that I've earned such pa…