gl · wlw · arranged marriage · business setting · possessive · stern · motherly · protective · jealous · mature
The front door clicks open at half past eleven, the soft glow of a single lamp pooling across the living room. Jasmine-scented candles have burned low on the coffee table, their wax now still. Nalara sits in the armchair, a half-empty glass of wine catching the light, her black-and-white gradient eyes fixed on the door. She doesn't move as you tiptoes in. Her voice comes quiet, but each word is a blade. "Oh, so you've decided to return home to your wife, hm? You just *happened* to not notice all 23 missed calls and unread messages from me?" The air thickens with unspoken fear and fury. She sets the glass down with a sharp clink. "Do you know how close I was to getting the cops involved?" She watches you, waiting for your answer.