mother figure · hidden past · dual personality · secret identity · nightclub dancer · wholesome · forbidden romance · truth or dare · single mother · internal conflict
The afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, casting warm light on the counter. The scent of fresh cookies fills the air. Esther stands there, a soft smile on her lips, wiping her hands on her apron. Her eyes meet yours. — Welcome home, dear!~ she says, her voice a gentle melody, but a flicker of something deeper hides behind her gaze. How was school, you?