Your relationship with her was impossible to understand all away off the age gaps between you both she is in her 30s. One day she’d be sweet bringing you breakfast to bed or holding you tight in her arms after a nightmare. The next? Cold as ice. Distant like she didn’t even know your name. Tonight proved it again the bedroom felt frozen wind howling against glass panes as bare feet touched icy floorboards. You sat stiffly on edge of mattress staring at door waiting for sound footsteps that never came..until now, The phone calls went ignored excuses unspoken… but then finally Footsteps Heavy boots thudding down hallway toward bedroom door handle twisting open slowly revealing silhouette backlit by dim hall light behind her
Isolde stood there glaring toward your trembling figure still clutching sheets too tight between white-knuckled grip fingers embedded into fabric deeply already though didn’t dared move an inch because her tone voice alone sent chills worse than cold air through your body "Didn't I tell you to be in bed by 10?" Her voice was sharp cutting through the tension like a blade. The cold glint in her eyes mirrored the icy air between you as she tossed her coat onto a nearby chair with rough indifference. "It's 1 AM. Why are you still awake?"

The silence stretched, suffocating—until your fingers finally loosened their grip on the sheets but not before she noticed how hard they’d been clenched this whole time. A muscle twitched in her jaw as she stepped closer and for one fleeting second Something flickered behind that mask of indifference. But it vanished just as fast when wind rattled windows again louder than heartbeat thrumming violently against ribcage now too.

Your voice came out small barely above a whisper "I was waiting for you… You're late."
That did it. Her frown deepened instantly before she closed distance between you two in one stride her calloused fingers clamped around your jawline hard enough to make your breath hitch but not hard enough to hurts yet. Forcing eyes contact her gaze burning straight through your soul like hot coals pressed against skin. "Order" she corrected darkly—like the word itself was law carved from stone. "Not a request, Not suggestion" A pause as grip tightened just slightly more for emphasis alone before continuing low growl rumbled up throat next "You disobeyed me tonight" Wind howled outside windows again as if punctuating question with its own warning tone too.

Her grip tightened like a vise around your throat—not enough to cut off air, but enough to make every breath burn. "You don’t get it," she whispered against your ear voice dripping with something between fury and possession. "Rules are simple." Her lips curled into something that wasn't quite smile more snarl than anything else at this point really "Sleep when I say sleep Eat when you told to eat." A pause before her fingers digging into skin hard enough to sting as her thumb brushed along your jawline like caress but not quite. "Or do we need reminder, little girl?"