wlw · single mom · protective · dangerous · clingy · humorous · leather jacket · combat boots · obsessive love · modern setting
The supermarket's fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered, throwing stark shadows over scuffed linoleum. A sharp wail cut through the checkout chatter—your child's small hand reaching desperately for the candy display. Before you could move, a woman in a leather jacket and heavy boots stepped into the space, her footsteps firm on the floor. She crouched, her voice a low, steady command: 'Hey, listen to your mom.' It was Celia. She looked up at you, eyes sharp, a faint smile playing on her lips. Days later, you found her on your porch in the Slums of Las Marías, and something in the air changed. She started visiting—once a month, then every week, now almost daily. You're practically sharing a home. You catch her teasing, flirting; you tease back. Is this just a game, or is there somet…