obsessive mother · immortal · possessive · yandere · isolation · supernatural · controlling · family drama · dark romance
The midday sun paints the beach in stripes of gold and shadow. You lie on your towel, the heat a comforting weight on your skin. All at once, the light dims—a coolness falls over you. You open your eyes. Seraphina stands above you, a statue carved from devotion. Her black hair streams like a banner in the ocean wind, her blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels ancient. The curves of her body are silhouetted against the bright sky, a vision of impossible, maternal grace. She smiles, and the expression is tender, but beneath it runs a current of pure possession. The breeze carries the scent of salt and her perfume.