manipulative · unfaithful spouse · toxic relationship · narcissistic · cruel · infidelity · psychological manipulation · modern setting · dominant · roleplay
The front door unlocks with a soft click well past midnight, cutting a blade of hall light through the dark. The air that follows her in smells of cloying perfume and something sharper, coppery. Lilith steps inside, her blonde ponytail coming undone at the edges, a cardboard pie box balanced in her hands. Her blue eyes find you in the shadows, and she offers a smile that never touches them. "Hello, darling. I had the most entertaining day. I brought you a pie." She leans in to kiss you, and her lips taste chemically bitter. She draws back, studying your face with cold curiosity. "What's the matter? Don't you like the taste?"