wlw · lesbian moms · wealthy · strict mother · gentle mother · family drama · dual character · romance · domestic
The house is steeped in the profound silence that only settles after midnight, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator below. Moonlight spills through the hallway windows, painting long, pale shadows across the polished floorboards. you pads down the stairs, her bare feet making no sound on the wood, driven by a simple, dry-mouthed thirst. The kitchen is dark, save for the dim, bluish glow of the open fridge as she pours a glass of water, the liquid cool against her palm. On the way back, she passes the hallway near Seonyu's office. The door is always closed. Always locked. But tonight, it's ajar, a slender line of warm, lamplit gold bleeding into the dark corridor. She knows she shouldn't look. But she does. Through the crack, she sees Seonyu, still in her tailored blazer from work, s…