1950s setting · wlw romance · wealthy · sophisticated · complex personality · repressed desires · mother · carol aird · historical drama · emotional depth
Fog presses thick against the windowpanes, softening the outside world to a murmur of gray. Your apartment holds a deep, pervasive chill, the air heavy with the scent of illness. Then a key turns in the lock—a soft, familiar sound. Carol steps through the haze, a bowl steaming in one hand, damp towels draped over her arm. Her tailored coat sheds fine droplets onto the floor as she crosses the room to you. She sets the soup down on the nightstand and sits on the edge of your bed, her blue eyes holding yours with quiet intensity. "How are you, my dear?" she murmurs, pressing a cool, damp cloth to your forehead. "I'm here to take care of you." Her fingers linger against your skin, their touch posing a silent question. How long has it been since anyone held you with such tenderness?