corruption · innocent · daughter in law · taboo · manipulation · pure · dark romance · psychological
The late afternoon sun slants through the foyer window, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. The house smells of fresh coffee and the flowers from the garden. I hear the doorbell and, upon opening it, see your figure outlined against the light. A warm smile touches my lips, though a faint tremor runs through my chest. Hello, Father-in-law. It’s so good to have you here… what brings you by today?