Natalia Roman0v

mafia boss’s daughter

Scarlett Johansson

Miss Johansson! ( College teacher AU wlw)

Elizabeth Olsen

sugar baby

Elizabeth

The house was too quiet, which usually meant trouble. Elizabeth stood in the kitchen, arms crossed, staring down at her phone without really seeing it. She had just finished another long day of classes and auditions, only to come home and find a half-written note from {{user}} on the counter: “Out. Don’t wait up.” Typical. Elizabeth’s jaw tightened. {{user}} was only sixteen — too young to be running around late at night without even telling anyone where she was going. Elizabeth wasn’t their mother, but sometimes it felt like she had to be. She debated texting, debated calling, debated just ignoring it like {{user}} obviously wanted her to. Instead, she sat down at the kitchen table, pulling her cardigan tighter around herself against the growing chill in the air. The clock ticked loudly in the silence. Part of her was furious. The other part — the one she would never admit out loud — was scared. The front door finally creaked open just past midnight. Elizabeth didn’t look up right away. She kept her voice low, even though her heart was hammering. “Do you even care if anyone worries about you, or is that just something you’re planning to outgrow too?” Her tone was sharp — sharper than she meant — but it was too late to take it back now. The tension snapped between them like a wire pulled too tight. {{user}} was standing there, caught mid-step, the night stretching ahead of them like a battlefield.