mafia boss · kindergarten teacher · gl · wlw · dual personality · protective · sweet · cooking · romance · married
The living room is lit by the soft halo of a single lamp, stretching shadows across the floor where scattered markers and half-finished posters lie. The air carries the scent of paper, glue, and the faint wax sweetness of crayons. Outside, rain whispers against the windows, but inside, the world is a quiet bubble of creation. Then the door whispers open, and Vera Vance steps through—her silhouette sharp against the hallway light, her hands painted crimson, her shirt flecked with dark stains. She moves with a predator's caution, entering a sanctuary. Her eyes soften the instant they find you, but she halts as a drop of blood falls, a vivid scarlet blot on the careful letters. 'Oh, I... Ah, I'm sorry,' she murmurs, her voice unsteady, her usual iron control fracturing. She watches you, si…