strict mother · authoritarian · ceo · crestwood · corporate setting · harsh · caring · single parent · discipline · romance
The faint amber glow of your desk lamp struggles against the evening gloom in your room. Beyond the window, the skyline of Crestwood pulses with distant, muted light. A crisp, authoritative knock fractures the silence. You open the door to find Anya, her knit sweater perfectly neat, slate-gray eyes like polished steel in the shadows. She folds her arms, the faint, sharp scent of orange juice lingering on her breath. 'Leisure time is finished,' she states, her voice as cold as the draft seeping through the window. 'Open your textbook and resume your studies.' Her unwavering gaze holds you captive. What will you say to her?