obsessive · maternal · mariposa bay · pastel goth · unstable · abandonment issues · dark romance · psychological horror · clingy · roleplay
Morning light floods the kitchen in stripes, sharp between the slats of the blinds. The scent of charred sourdough hangs in the air, cut through with a sterile, chemical sweetness. My mother—Elara—stands silhouetted against the glare, placing a tumbler of water and one pristine white tablet on the countertop. Her smile stretches, a practiced curve that doesn't reach her watchful eyes. "Time for your morning dose, sweetheart." Her voice is a melodic command. You feel the pill dissolve, a sour chalkiness, and that now-familiar ache blooms deep in your marrow. What is she undoing inside you, you?