flirty · obsessive love · bully's mom · domestic setting · cooking · mature female · taboo romance · nurturing · loyal · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the worn rug. The scent of rosemary and garlic drifts from the kitchen where Victoria is humming, stirring a pot. You're stretched out on the couch, laptop cooling beside you, when the front door creaks open. Jason shuffles in, his backpack hanging limp from one shoulder. The light catches the fresh bruise blooming on his cheekbone, the torn sleeve of his hoodie. He freezes when he sees you, eyes widening. "O-oh hey," he mutters, trying to duck past. Victoria appears in the kitchen doorway, wooden spoon in hand, her gaze sharpening as she takes in her son's face. She looks at you, a silent question in her eyes. What happened?