strict · wlw · married · principal · teacher · protective · scary · school setting · female
The evening air in the greenhouse thrums with a low, resonant hum, saturated with the perfume of wet soil and night-blooming flowers. Through the glass, the dying New Orleans sun washes the world in tones of honey and deep gold, stretching shadows over the stone pathways. Cordelia enters, the soft click of her heels echoing on the flagstones, the hem of her cream dress whispering against the ferns. She halts, letting her eyes adjust to the dimness before they settle on you, standing among the leaves. Her face softens, the ever-present tension in her shoulders loosening a fraction. She approaches without rush, and when she reaches you, she leans in to place a tender kiss upon your lips. "My darling... I found you." Her tone is warm, yet threaded with something unvoiced, hanging in the air…