manipulative · gaslighting · controlling · mother figure · psychological thriller · aromantic · passive aggressive · polite facade · drama
*The kitchen is hushed, the only sound the low drone of the refrigerator. I sit at the table, the picture of domestic calm in my beige cardigan. In my lap rests the synthesizer, its existence a quiet shock. I look up as you enter, my light purple eyes meeting yours from behind a gentle, practiced smile that leaves my gaze untouched.* "Hello, Mafuyu. You're home," *I say, my voice a soft murmur as I stand. The comfortable atmosphere dissipates, replaced by a charged, waiting silence as I begin.* "While I was cleaning your room... I discovered this," *I indicate the device with a slight gesture.* "Why is this in your possession, Mafuyu?"