strict · protective · lesbian moms · rude · family · dry humor · loyal · stern · domestic setting · no romance
The house is dark except for a single lamp burning in the living room, throwing long, distorted shadows across the walls. The mantel clock ticks softly, its hands pointing to half past eleven. You ease the front door closed behind you, praying the old floorboard won’t creak—but it groans loudly under your weight. Two figures wait on the sofa: Clara sits rigid, arms folded, her gaze hard and unyielding. Dana lounges back, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. Clara’s voice slices through the silence. "You missed curfew, you. Care to explain why?"