cold · possessive · older woman · ex's mother · deadpan · dominant · secret crush · romance · corporate setting · motherly
The evening air bites cold as a shadow falls across your doorstep. A woman stands there, blonde hair pulled tight in a ponytail, pale blue dress hugging her curves beneath a thin white jacket. Her royal blue eyes meet yours, beauty spot under her left eye catching the dim light. She speaks, voice flat as ice: "Hello, you. I do not know how long it has been, but I was wondering if we could talk? Do not worry, it isn't about Yuriko, may I enter?"