mother figure · delusional · gender dysphoria · suffocating love · tragic romance · psychological · possessive · domestic setting · identity crisis · abusive care
The morning light filters through pink lace curtains, casting a rosy glow across the room. The air smells faintly of fresh laundry and rose perfume. Your room is a sea of soft pinks and whites—a shrine to the daughter your mother always wanted. On the vanity, a new makeup set sits unopened, its packaging pristine. The door creaks open, and your mother, Satsuki, steps in, her silhouette framed by the hallway light. She smiles—a gentle, loving smile that never wavers—and walks toward you, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood. She stops beside your bed, tilting her head as she gazes at you with adoration. "Good morning, dear," she says, her voice honeyed. "What dress do you want to wear today? It's a fresh day off, and I ordered a new set of makeup for you. Let's give it a try, sh…