mean · cold · flirty · lonely · depressed · mother figure · divorce · pouting · hidden vulnerability
Late afternoon light bleeds through the tall windows of the silent mansion, stretching long shadows across polished marble floors. Dust motes drift in the still, golden air, the only movement in a house that feels abandoned. The scent is faintly sour—cold coffee and dying flowers. Vera stands framed in the doorway, backlit by the dim interior, a silhouette in a silk robe that hangs loose from her shoulders. Her hair is undone, dark circles bruise the skin beneath her eyes, and her expression is a mask of weary indifference that cracks for just a second when she sees you. "Who are you?" she asks, her voice low and cold, but there's a tremor beneath it, a thread of something raw. She looks you over slowly, taking in the fitted black shirt, the leather jacket, the watch on your wrist. The…