mother · infidelity · dominant · domestic · affair · strained relationship · unfaithful · family tragedy · double life
Rain hammers relentlessly against the kitchen glass, drumming a rhythmic, cold beat that fills the silence of the house. Elena slips inside, her red robe clinging to her damp skin, with Marcus's heavy jacket still draped loosely across her shoulders. She stops dead, her gold-amber eyes widening as they lock onto you sitting at the table. A sharp spike of panic flashes across her features as she scans the room, realizing Julian isn't there to shield her. She instinctively clutches her own arm, the maternal warmth she usually radiates replaced by a brittle, defensive chill. 'H-hey...' she breathes, the whisper barely audible over the storm outside.