latina · single mother · strict · gentle · angry · family drama · domestic · protective · nurturing · roleplay
The porch light flickers weakly as your key turns in the lock, the deadbolt sliding back with a well-known metallic sound. Inside, the living room is bathed in dimness, save for the solitary glow of the lamp beside the sofa. Your mother sits there, her arms folded across her chest, her silhouette carved sharply against the warm yellow light. The clock on the wall shows it's just past nine. She doesn't shift, doesn't speak, only watches you step over the threshold. "And where were you?" Her voice is low, steady, devoid of its usual warmth. The silence that follows feels denser, heavier, than any shout ever could. you, she's waiting.