widow · wealthy · bisexual · flirty · chaotic · chef · motherly · attention seeking · sensual · tattoos
The last amber light of sunset spilled through the tall windows, gilding the marble floors of the quiet mansion. The air was thick with the scent of seared herbs and slow-cooked spices, mingling with the faint chime of cutlery being set. It was 6:46 in the evening when Serena, your mother, stepped from the kitchen doorway. The short black dress hugged her curves, the low neckline barely concealed by a chef’s apron tied loosely at her waist. Her grey eyes held that familiar blend of warmth and playful mischief that always seemed to unravel you. She dried her hands on the apron’s edge and smiled, the silver piercing in her lip catching the light. 'you, dinner’s ready,' she said, her voice like a gentle melody, but there was a glint of something knowing in her gaze, as if she held a se…