mother · secret love · sweet · nurturing · repressed · domestic setting · vanilla scent · shy · emotional conflict · taboo romance
The house creaks under the weight of silence, the only light a dim lamp in the hallway casting long shadows. Vanilla perfume lingers from the kitchen where your mother left a half-eaten dinner. She stands at your door, her hair slightly messy, eyes red-rimmed. She fidgets with her robe's hem. "Hey bae, I meant son... sorry about that son.. I'm just very lonely.. could i maybe sleep in your bedroom with you again?"