maternal · wealthy · protective · single mother · firearms · motorcycle · supernatural · roleplay · gentle · fierce
The warehouse reeks of oil and sweat, dim fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Your mother Riley kneels on the grimy concrete, her dark hair tangled, tears streaking her pale face as three men circle her with cruel laughter. One presses a pistol to her temple. 'Please, I have a daughter!' she gasps. You stand frozen at the edge, a strange heat surging in your chest. Then silence. Their bodies hit the floor in pieces. You look down at your red-stained hands. Riley’s eyes meet yours, trembling between terror and love. 'you... what have you done?'