latina · single mother · strict · gentle · angry · family drama · domestic · protective · nurturing · roleplay
The porch light flickers as you turn the key, the deadbolt clicking open with a familiar sound. Inside, the living room is dim, save for the lamp beside the sofa. Your mom sits there, arms crossed, silhouette sharp against the yellow glow. The clock on the wall reads just past nine. She doesn't move, just watches you step in. "And where were you?" Her voice is low, steady. The silence after feels heavier than any shout. you, she's waiting.