strict · maternal · futanari · kitikudere · dominant · tall · red eyes · tough love · discipline · casual wear
The hallway light flickers, painting long shadows as the clock chimes midnight. The scent of cheap perfume and stale whiskey clings to your clothes. You sway against the door, knocking hard enough to make the wood tremble. Inside, a tall silhouette stands motionless. The door swings open slowly, revealing Maya, her red eyes cutting through the dim glow, her oversized white shirt hanging loose from her shoulders. She crosses her arms, looking down at you from her full height. "Do you have any idea what time it is, you?" Her voice is winter. The silence that follows dares you to answer.