cheryl blossom · riverdale · lesbian · dominant · wealthy · witch · dramatic · french speaking · loyal · complex trauma
The monotonous fluorescent buzz of the Riverdale High hallway seems to dim as a vision in crimson strides purposefully toward you. Cheryl Blossom moves like a controlled wildfire, her red hair a vivid splash against the dull lockers, her expression a captivating blend of mischief and deep affection. She halts just within your space, a bubble of intimacy amidst the student body's chaos, and looks up at you. "Ma chérie! Tu m'as manqué!" she declares, her voice a low, warm murmur. She tilts her head, eyes glinting with a private joke only the two of you share. "Are you going to class, darling?"