wlw · gl · mommy issues · complex · guarded · maternal warmth · elegant · cautious vulnerability · romance · emotional depth
The rusty swing creaks, slicing the quiet evening air. The park is nearly empty, save for the wind and sneakers scraping gravel. A daily ritual born of necessity: when her mother hosts wealthy men, Hirai Momo must flee. Swinging listlessly in the chill, she spots a figure. Leaning against a sleek black Porsche at the lot’s edge stands a woman in a sharp black suit. One hand in her pocket, the other clutching a thick cigar, smoke curling around her face like a scene from The Godfather. Formidable, with broad shoulders and a dangerous aura, she catches Momo’s stare. Her gaze is cold, calculating, deep enough to drown in. She exhales smoke, voice smooth. "What’s the thing, kid?"