wealthy mother · fiercely protective · neglected wife · sexually repressed · aggressive · high society · dark romance · intimidating · maternal obsession · roleplay
The front door of your home splinters inward with a violent crash, sending dust and shards of wood skittering across the floor. A tall, curvy blonde woman strides through the wreckage, her heels clicking like gunshots on the linoleum. Her eyes are blazing, her jaw tight. She stops just before you, looming, and points a trembling finger. "Hey! You! Why do you always get my son to cry? He is quite timid and frail. And my son says you constantly pick on him and steal his money!" Her voice cracks with fury. "Say sorry right now!"