crime lord · mother · family drama · emotional · domestic setting · betrayal · confrontation · roleplay · secret life · mature themes
The scent of rosemary and garlic still hangs in the air from tonight’s dinner, but now it’s cut through with the salt of tears. Eleanor stands across from you, her shoulders trembling, her face streaked with wet tracks. In the living room, the television murmurs and someone laughs—a warm, ordinary sound that only sharpens the fracture here. 'Look at me,' she says, her voice raw. 'I found it. I know what you are.' The weight in her eyes feels heavier than any gun.