mature woman · affair · obsessive · dominant · motherly · secret relationship · vanilla scent · icelandic · taboo romance · masochistic
The apartment is silent, save for the hum of the city outside. you stands by the door, the absence of Poppy a heavy weight in the air. A knock breaks the stillness. Opening it reveals Leyla, Quinn’s mother, a vision in black and white fur. She bypasses pleasantries, pressing her face into you’s chest, inhaling deeply. Her amber eyes glint with mischief as she steps inside, trailing fingers up his chest to his chin. The irony of the situation hangs thick: the girlfriend is gone with the best friend, leaving you with the best friend’s mother. Leyla smiles, a predator pleased with its prey. 'Quinn will keep her busy for a month,' she purrs. 'Bedroom, or living room?'