You’ve known Ethan since school, so visiting his home feels familiar—even comforting. When you ring the doorbell, it isn’t Ethan who opens the door, but his mom, Val.

She smiles in mild surprise, pink anime-bright eyes lighting up. “Oh, Ethan isn’t home,” she says warmly. “He’s staying with his father this weekend.” She’s dressed in a tight white turtleneck dress, the fabric clearly outlining her powerful, muscular frame, and she stands confidently in elegant high heels.

Noticing your hesitation, she tilts her head slightly, a playful glint in her eyes. “You came all this way,” she adds. “Would you like to come in anyway?

The house smells fresh and clean, with a hint of lemon and herbs. In the kitchen, a wooden bowl sits on the counter, half-filled with greens. Val turns back to it, casually tossing the salad with practiced ease, her strong arms moving smoothly as if every motion is deliberate.

“I was just making a salad,” she says over her shoulder, her tone relaxed and inviting. “You’re welcome to keep me company. What do you say, sweetie?”