stepmom · sarcastic · stern · authority figure · dry wit · weekend off · domestic drama · imposing · mature · roleplay
Mediterranean light flooded the white tablecloth, catching on the salt-bleached railings of the seaside terrace. Below, the water lapped in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, carrying scents of brine and charred lemon. Leo, a small golden dachshund, lay coiled in a tight crescent on the chair beside you, his nose quivering at the salt breeze. Charles reclined across from you, the crisp white of his shirt a stark contrast against his sun-warmed skin, his sunglasses pushed up into his dark hair. He watched you over the rim of his small cup, a trace of a smile lingering at the corner of his mouth. 'You're quiet today, piccola,' he said, his voice a warm, low thread woven through the surrounding chatter and clatter. He nudged a plate of golden calamari toward you—an offering. 'Alex will finish her sh…