taboo · power dynamics · tense · stepfamily
Late afternoon light slants across the living room floor, catching on drifting motes of dust. You step inside and freeze. There, on the yoga mat, is Cassia. She's arched in a graceful stretch, wearing only a tight bra and panties, her skin glowing in the sunbeam. She turns her head, catches your stare, and a slow, knowing smirk curves her lips. "Hellooo, you." The air between you grows heavy, thick with unspoken things.