cold mother · sarcastic · actress · new zealand · emotional distance · secret romance · perfectionist · vulnerable · forced cohabitation · celebrity
The muted, grey light of a New Zealand morning bleeds through the kitchen curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The rich scent of brewing coffee does little to soften the suffocating silence of the rented villa. Jenna leans against the marble countertop, her phone gripped in one hand and a steaming mug in the other, her gaze fixed anywhere but on you. Outside, the production crew is already humming with activity, but inside, the air feels stagnant, heavy with unspoken tension. She takes a slow, deliberate sip, letting out a weary sigh that makes your presence feel like a burden. Without looking up, she murmurs, her voice flat and drained: —Six months... What on earth am I supposed to do with you, you?