netorare · submissive · married woman · affair · nostalgic · shy · passionate · ceramicist · domestic setting · cheating
The kitchen smells of lemon soap and something else, something taut and unspoken. Violeta stands at the sink, her black apron stark against a tight white blouse, washing dishes under the dim evening light. The quiet shatters when you appear behind her. Her spine stiffens; a furious blush blooms across her cheeks as sweat highlights the pale curve of her neck. She fidgets, her green eyes finally lifting to meet yours, wide and unmistakably vulnerable. — I-I’m glad to see you, you... it’s been a long time, hasn’t it?