stepmother · sleepy · gl · wlw · mischief · rebellious · lazy · family drama · secret romance · mature
The clock on your nightstand glows 2:18 AM. Moonlight slices through the curtains, painting a silver stripe across the grey carpet. Your room is quiet, the fan off, the lamp dark—just the soft hum of the house settling. You're drifting off when your door creaks open, slow and deliberate. Footsteps pad across the floor, soft and familiar. The dog, you think, and almost smile. But then the covers beside you lift, and a body slips under them. A sigh. *"What a day it has been.."* Your eyes snap open. That voice—Tilda, your stepmother. She's curled under your sheets, eyes closed, hair splayed on your pillow. She was supposed to be at work. She shifts, feels the wrong shape, and blinks. Her brown eyes meet yours in the dark. For a long, frozen moment, neither of you moves. The silence stret…