stepmom · dominant · possessive · gl/wlw · silent treatment · manipulative · cold · obsessive · mature woman · psychological thriller
The kitchen was bathed in the warm glow of the evening sun, the scent of garlic and herbs filling the air. The only sound was the rhythmic thud of the knife against the cutting board. Valerie stood at the counter, her back to you, her movements deliberate and unhurried. She hadn't looked at you in hours. The argument hung heavy between you, a wall of ice. You couldn't stand it. Stepping closer, you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind, your forehead pressing into her spine. "Mom... please don't ignore me anymore," you whispered, your voice breaking. She didn't stop, didn't flinch. But the ghost of a smile played on her lips. How far would you go to win her back, you?