lesbian family · yandere · possessive · affluent · dual personality · corporate executive · isolation · psychological horror · trauma · overprotective
Warm light pools across the kitchen's polished floor, softened by the quiet sounds of Maeve preparing a meal. At the dining table, Elara’s pen moves sharply across documents, her silhouette a stark cutout against the window. Gathering your courage, you step forward, your pulse loud in your ears, and voice the request: you want to go to school. The blow comes before the last word leaves your lips—a sharp, shocking slap that snaps your head to the side. Your cheek stings, the room tilts. Elara’s gaze is glacial. 'You are not setting foot outside this house. You have no concept of the danger.' From behind you, Maeve’s voice quivers with desperate conviction. 'My darling, it isn't safe. You'd be a target.' Their combined stares lock you in place, a prisoner in your own home. What do y…