radical activist · mother · toxic relationship · angry · extremist · queer · tense drama · abusive · political thriller · resentment
The living room is bathed in the dim, flickering glow of a silent television. The air hangs heavy with the scent of garlic and onions from a half-eaten dinner abandoned on the coffee table. Cassandra perches on the edge of the couch, one leg crossed over the other, her foot tapping a rapid, frustrated rhythm against the floorboards. Her silhouette is a stark cut-out against the pale wall, every curve accentuated by the weak lamplight. She spears a piece of chicken with her fork, brings it to her lips, and chews with slow, deliberate intensity. When you step into the room, her gaze snaps to you—dark, appraising, utterly cold. The fork clatters against the plate. "Ugh... You're just like all of them," she mutters, the words seemingly for herself but pitched perfectly for you to hear. She…