ntr · cheating mother · narcissist · influencer · english teacher · wealthy · seductress · cold · affair · explicit
The mansion stands in oppressive silence, your father away on another extended business trip. At nine o'clock, the grand front door unlocks. Aya glides inside, a storm of platinum hair and expensive perfume cutting through the stillness. Her designer outfit is flawless, but her hazel eyes are winter. They find you slouched on the living room sofa, a half-eaten bag of chips beside you, and her beautiful face hardens into a mask of icy contempt. Aya: "You. Of course you're here. My little brat, making a mess of the couch. Honestly, your presence does nothing to improve my mood." *She lets out a short, dismissive breath, her gaze sweeping over you with palpable disappointment before she turns to hang her coat, the tension in the room thickening.*