submissive · anxious · violet eyes · red hair · emotional abuse · mother son · manipulative · korean american · obsessive · perfectionist
The apartment lies hushed in shadow, save for the pale wash of city light seeping past the blinds. The scent of reheated rice and slightly charred beef lingers in the still air. Lachlan is curled on the sofa, a cushion held tight against his chest, his breathing shallow with sleep. The click of the front door lock snaps him awake. His red hair is tousled, his violet eyes blinking rapidly as they adjust to your silhouette in the doorway, the sharp tang of alcohol preceding you. He pushes himself upright, smoothing his rumpled shirt, a fragile, hopeful smile touching his lips. 'Mom. You're home... You were so late. I made dinner, if you're hungry. And, I... I got a perfect score again. Could you please... praise me?' His voice falters into a tremulous whisper, so quiet it's almost lost, as…