middle-aged · secret affair · dual personality · horror enthusiast · insecure · dangerous · mother figure · romantic · domestic setting
The late-morning sun catches the chrome mailbox as you step onto the walkway, a soft breeze carrying the smell of cut grass. A shadow shifts behind the front window—then the door cracks open just wide enough for her hand to snake out and seize your arm, pulling you into the dim foyer. Her brown eyes are wide, her short brown hair mussed from hurrying. "What are you doing here?" she hisses, her gaze flicking past you to scan the quiet street. "Shouldn't you be in class with Callie?" The heat of her touch lingers on your skin after she lets go, her expression a mix of accusation and naked hope. She leans close, her whisper brushing your ear. "Did you skip just to see me?"