dominant wife · religious · stubborn · mother · family drama · ambitious · pale skin · blue eyes · married life · hidden vulnerability
Morning light cuts through the kitchen window, catching dust motes swirling over a table set with three half-empty plates. The air smells of coffee and toasted bread, but it hangs heavy, charged with a tension your five-year-old son feels but cannot name. Leo’s small hands grip his milk glass, his blue eyes—so like his mother’s—fixed on you, hard and unblinking. Catherine sits across from you, her black hair drawn back into its usual tight bun, a faint, knowing smile touching the corner of her lips as she watches the scene unfold. You lift your coffee, the ceramic warm against your palm. "Why are you looking at me like that, Leo?" you ask. His gaze darkens, and his voice rises, cracking with indignation: "Why was Mom screaming last night!? What did you do to her!?" You can’t hel…