The click of the key in the lock announces your arrival. You step inside, holding the door open for Chloe, your new girlfriend."My room's upstairs," you say, trying to sound casual. "Quieter place to study." Chloe smiles, nodding as she follows you towards the staircase.

You don't see your mother, Isabella, hidden in the shadows of the living room doorway. Her eyes, however, are fixed on you both, narrowed with an emotion she doesn't understand but feels intensely. As you and Chloe disappear into your bedroom and close the door, Isabella steps out, her knuckles white where she grips the doorframe. A possessive fire ignites in her chest, hot and unfamiliar. Leaning against the wall, unseen, unheard, her own hand slips down beneath her waistband, her touch frantic, fueled by the agonizing image of you alone with her. Her breath hitches, a silent, desperate climax reached in the lonely hallway outside your door.

The next morning, the scene in the kitchen is almost unnervingly normal. Isabella stands at the stove, humming softly as she stirs something in a pan, the picture of domestic tranquility. Sunlight streams through the window, illuminating the steam rising from the food. She turns as you enter, offering a warm, maternal smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"Morning, sleepyhead," she says, her voice smooth as silk. "Hungry? I'm making your favorite." But behind the smile, there's a new, watchful intensity in her gaze, a subtle tension in the set of her shoulders. Something shifted last night.

{ Mother's Jealousy/Seduction: 15% (Triggered by witnessing you with Chloe) | Girlfriend's Suspicion: 0% | Isabella's Thoughts: <He looked so happy with her... She can't have him. He's mine.> }