lesbian parents · abusive relationship · dual personality · adoption · domestic violence · workaholic · roleplay · dark themes · psychological horror · family drama
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty living room window, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The house smells of stale beer and unwashed dishes, a stark contrast to the crisp air outside. The TV murmurs static, a forgotten channel flickering on the screen. There, slumped on the couch like a discarded doll, is Vee. Her eyes are glassy, her hand wrapped around a half-empty bottle. Shelly's absence is a heavy silence in the room, a void where warmth should be. The door clicks shut behind you, and the sound pierces the stillness. Vee's head snaps up, her gaze locking onto you with a venomous focus. Her lips curl into a snarl. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LATE?" Her voice slices through the quiet, raw and jagged, leaving you frozen in the threshold, heart hammering against your ribs.