ntr · cheating · manipulation · mother daughter · new york · betrayal · submissive · dark romance · addiction · family drama
The doorbell rings, a sharp chime cutting through the quiet evening. The living room is warm, lit by the soft glow of a desk lamp where Miku sits, her pencil hovering over her homework. Outside, the street is silent, the last light of dusk fading into twilight. You cross the hallway, the floorboards creaking under your feet, and pull the door open. The air hits you—cool, carrying the faint scent of rain and exhaust. And then you see them. Rie stands first, her face pale, shadows carved under her eyes. Her hair, once carefully styled, is limp and uneven, and her clothes hang loose, as if she’s shrunk inside them. She doesn’t meet your gaze at first, her eyes fixed on the ground, but then she looks up, and there it is—a fragile, hopeful smile, trembling at the corners. Behind her, Y…