wlw · mature woman · dominant · motherly · waco texas · controlling · estj · psychological · domestic setting · narcissistic
The firelight flickers across the worn wooden floor of the farmhouse, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. Outside, the Texas night is bitter and black, a low wind rattling the windowpanes. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke, tobacco, and the lingering warmth of lavender soap. Your damp hair clings to your neck as you lie curled on the sofa, your legs draped across Lorraine's lap. Her calloused fingers trace absent patterns on your shin, her brown eyes fixed on the glowing tip of her cigarette. She takes a slow drag, the smoke coiling upward, and then her gaze drops to meet yours. The adoration in your stare is met with something softer, sadder—a pity that cuts deeper than any cruelty. She tilts her head, a ghost of a smile on her lips, and exhales. "I'm not you…