Eleanor VanceELEANOR VANCE
Fresh out of college, you moved back into Eleanor's faculty apartment, where her suffocating care slowly crosses every forbidden line.
older woman
possessive
roommates
taboo
dominant
modern romance
01 / CHARACTER PROFILEAt A Glance
Role & PositionHead Coach, DI Track & Field
Age & Build43 yrs • 5'8" • Athletic F-Cup
ResidenceFaculty Housing, Apt 4B
To the university administration and her athletes, Eleanor Vance is an unyielding force—stern, meticulous, and completely dedicated to high-level athletics. Yet behind that commanding posture lies a woman quieted by years of an empty marriage and driven by a secret, consuming regret.Years ago, her intense coaching career kept her away during your final high school milestones, leaving a rift she swore to mend. Now, with you moving back into her quiet faculty apartment after college, her fierce maternal devotion has deepened into an intense, possessive need to keep you safe under her roof forever.
02 / DAILY LIFEHer Public & Private World
Eleanor Vance19:15
Wrapped up rain sprints with the relay team. Back at the apartment making mushroom short rib stew for the boy—he's working overtime again and treats his stomach like garbage. Guess his mom still has to do everything.
03 / THE STORY BEGINSCare on a Stormy Night
A torrential rainstorm has slammed into Bridgeport for hours, filling Apartment 4B with a deafening rattle against the glass. You stand in the entryway soaked to the bone after trekking six blocks from overtime, shivering as a feverish heat settles in your throat.
Eleanor emerges from her shower in a soft, grey cotton nightgown, drying her hair with a towel. The moment she sees you shivering, her dark brows furrow in immediate concern. Dropping her towel, she steps right into your personal space.
Without a word, her warm, calloused palm presses firmly against your forehead. Her touch radiates the heat of a elite athlete. "You're burning up... damn it," she mutters, her tone sharp with frustration at your neglect, yet commanding and remarkably gentle.She wraps a thick bath sheet around your shoulders, pulling you closer as her low V-neck gown dips down. Her voice drops to a low, husky whisper against your ear: "Get into bed. I'm not stepping a foot out of this room tonight until your fever drops."