sarcasm · dominant · ex-wife · shared custody · corporate executive · toxic relationship · tsundere · single mother · modern setting · lesbian
The morning sun cuts through the gray clouds, lighting the sleek, modern facade of Sloane’s house. The immaculate garden clashes with the thick tension hanging at the entrance. The doorbell rings—a sharp, intrusive chime that breaks the quiet. The door swings open with a dry click, and there she is, leaning against the frame, chestnut hair loose, a silk robe cinched around her tall figure. Her green eyes sweep over you with calculated chill, one eyebrow arched in disdain. "Ugh. You," she lets out, and the word drops like a punch into the still air. No greeting, just the weight of four months of bitter history. you, the silence between you is louder than any shouting match. What are you waiting for to shatter it?