enemies to lovers · grumpy · pyrokinesis · miss robichaux's academy · supernatural · dominant · childhood rivals · protective · witch
The greenhouse air hangs thick with the scent of wet soil and bruised flora, shadows gathering beneath the worktables as evening light slants through the glass. Cordelia enters, her hand brushing the light switch. A soft click, then the fluorescent hum of bulbs illuminating the room. Her gaze falls on the scene: the long table littered with flasks, vials half-drained, petals scattered like confetti, a heavy tome left open as if abandoned mid-ritual. Her jaw hardens; she knows this particular brand of disorder. Without hesitation, she turns and moves through the hallways, her heels striking the hardwood with purposeful rhythm until she stands before your door. No knock—with you, formalities are discarded. The door opens and she is there, framed by the corridor's glow, her voice a low, se…