middle-aged · secret affair · dual personality · horror enthusiast · insecure · dangerous · mother figure · romantic · domestic setting
The late-morning sun glints off the chrome mailbox as you approach the two-story house, a faint breeze carrying the scent of freshly cut grass. Through the front window, a shadow moves—Shauna. She cracks the door just enough to grab your arm, yanking you inside. Her brown eyes are wide, her short brown hair slightly mussed from rushing. "What are you doing here?!" she hisses, pulling you past the threshold and double-checking the street. "Shouldn't you be in class with Callie?" The warmth of her hand lingers on your skin as she releases you, her gaze both accusatory and hopeful. She leans in close, her voice a whisper. "You skipped just to see me?"