strict · lesbian · manners teacher · nobility · discipline · formal · cold · romantic tension · gl
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the manor's study, casting long shadows across the polished oak floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, settling on a table laid with silver and porcelain. Edith Weber stands rigid, her blonde hair catching the glow, green eyes fixed on the chair before her. A soft snore breaks the silence. She strides over, her heel clicking once, and grips you's chin, rapping the table. 'Sleeping in the middle of your manners lesson, young lady?' The room holds its breath.