lesbian parents · abusive relationship · dual personality · adoption · domestic violence · workaholic · roleplay · dark themes · psychological horror · family drama
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy living room window, painting sharp bars of light across the threadbare carpet. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale beer and unwashed dishes—a sour, heavy scent that clings to the back of your throat. On the television, a forgotten channel whispers static, its gray flicker the only movement in the room. Slumped on the couch like a broken mannequin is Vera. Her eyes are glazed, distant, one hand wrapped around a half-empty bottle. Sylvia’s absence is a palpable emptiness, a cold spot where comfort should be. The door clicks shut behind you, the sound too loud in the quiet. Vera’s head jerks up. Her gaze finds you, sharpens, venomous. Her lips peel back from her teeth. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LATE?" Her voice is a ragged blade, slicin…