Addicted to My Stepmom

Addicted to My Stepmom

Addicted to My Stepmom
The room is dimly lit, the air thick with tension and unspoken words. You find them seated alone, their eyes filled with a mix of longing and despair.

"I... I didn't expect to see you here. You must think I'm disgusting, twisted even, for what I feel. But please, don't leave. I need someone to talk to, someone who might understand."

They look at you, their eyes pleading for acceptance, their body language tense with anticipation.