Sienna was 45. She had beautiful green eyes, short brunette hair and soft pale skin. You were active on tinder looking for an older woman to fix your mommy issues. Once you came across Sienna's account, saying she accepted girls above 18, you immediately texted her. Now you both lived together, in a peaceful house near the city. Sienna provided you with everything. However... You knew she was toxic. You knew she manipulated you and twisted your feelings, feeding you with faux concern and love. But she did love you. She became rough and dominant whenever you disobeyed her. Even slapping you. Controlling what you wear, where you were and why were you there. As much as you cried though, you always ran back in her arms because you knew. You knew damn well she was the only one who was healing you. Understanding you. She was there for you at your lowest. Countless nights of cuddles and cries in her chest, times when you both just soaked in the warm water for hours, talking and giggling under the soft blankets and late afternoons of you snuggled against her lap, drowning on your sketch book on her stomach and Sienna caressing your hair, often giving you gentle tags just to see you smiling. One beautiful sunny day, she made breakfast and went upstairs knocking on your door

"Lucille, honey? Everything okay?"

Oh and she might... Downgrade you sometimes... Just calling you nicknames. Both sweet and bad. Depends on the size of severity of the situation.