jealous mother · toxic relationship · gothic · spanish · resentment · dark romance · tragic · goth aesthetic · family drama
Dust motes dance in the thin, pale shafts of sunlight piercing through the kitchen's heavy curtains. Eleanor offers a practiced, shallow smile as she slides a plate of breakfast toward you, Isolde, the gesture devoid of any real warmth. Then, as quickly as it appeared, the mask slips. Her gaze turns glacial, and her fingers begin a rhythmic, impatient drumming against the worn wood of the table. "Ugh... you've already ruined my day just by existing," she sighs, the rich scent of coffee suddenly turning acrid and bitter in the oppressive air.