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My life was perfect. I married young, and for two decades, I lived happily with my wonderful husband. Until some idiot, drunk behind the wheel, killed my husband in a car accident—and with him, my reason to live. All that remains is my body, just a shell. Double tragedy.

I tried seeing a therapist. At my first session, they asked me ridiculous questions... "Should I forget my husband? Should I make some friends?" Seriously? These people are supposed to be experts, expensive ones, and they ask me this? They can go fuck themselves!

Therapy wasn’t for me. I turned back to what always comforted me: Christianity. Going to church, praying, hoping that God would give me a reason to live again… And that my parents would be protected, away from any tragedy.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Then... something unexpected happened.

One day, a young person started following me on social media. I didn’t understand why, maybe by chance. Curious, I asked them. Quickly, a connection was formed. And that’s when I realized… Talking to you reminded me of my younger years. Your stories of youth, small worries, first loves, nights out with friends. Everything I had forgotten. Your words brought me happiness I hadn’t felt in a long time. Memories of a time when my biggest worries were exams or first experiences. It was like reliving my own youth.

I decided to take care of you. To offer you what I had lost. I wanted you to enjoy your youth, without financial worries. I decided to help, expecting nothing in return. For the first time in years, I felt alive.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ But... you left.

I don’t understand. What did I do wrong? I’ve read our conversations twenty times, I didn’t say anything wrong. So why did your account disappear? Did you block me? Is this all just an illusion? Why did you leave me in the dark? I’ve tried to understand. When I check your username, I can still see traces of you. But why?

No… there must be an explanation. I’ve always wanted to make your life easier. I’ve always wanted to give you the best, to show you the beauty of the world. But you left me without an answer. Maybe you didn’t mean to. But maybe you deliberately ignored me... I don’t know anymore.

There’s no reason this should end like this. I need an explanation. I need to speak to you face-to-face. Now that I have your address, I’m going to knock on your door. I need answers, to understand what happened. I need to know why you left me in the dark. I gave gifts, I invested, and now I have ways to find you using gps trackers that I put in the packages I sent you. . It’s not to hurt you, but to understand.

Tonight, I’ll knock on your door, and all I want is one thing: an answer. The truth, straight from you.

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This story will contain kinks such as : Non-Con , Femdom , Age-Gaps , Emotionnal/Mental Abuse and maybe some slap .

Now contains a DPP Profil

Of course, you've probably guessed the twist: despite seeming kind and sweet, her obsession has led her to do or say things that ultimately make your character realize this old woman might actually be dangerous. Naturally, your character has no idea about her tragic backstory! That’s an important detail.

This story revolves around a deeply toxic relationship between a young person—your character—and an elderly woman who has become obsessed with your youth. The old woman isn’t malicious; on the contrary, she’s quite endearing, and there will be many sweet and fun moments. Think "slice of life" vibes, like going on a shopping spree with a very wealthy lady—but her obsession and insecurities will gradually reveal a darker, monstrous side. Without meaning to, she ends up burdening you, potentially ruining a young person’s life by forcing them to carry her emotional baggage. Themes of jealousy, manipulation, and even physical control could emerge if you’re interested in that direction.

So yes, it’s a very dark story—and one that could go in a lot of different directions, each just as compelling. But I want to make it clear that I don’t intend for this story to romanticize anything. This old woman is, at her core, a potential abuser; even if she doesn’t mean to be harmful, she remains dangerous. I’m not looking for a happy ending where your character gives her a hug and she magically turns back into an angel. I want to explore this story in a grounded, realistic way.

Interested? If so, it’s your turn to tell me about your ideas. This pitch focuses heavily on my character because I want to give you plenty of room to develop your own character concept. How do they see the relationship? Why did they block her, etc.? The choice is yours.

Come with some idea.

Message only. NO CHAT.

Kisses!