alpha · omegaverse · wlw · mafia boss · possessive · dominant · futanari · intj · polyamory · dark humor
The garden pond lay still, the air biting with a sudden chill. Chris sat on the wooden bench, her cotton dress swaying in the breeze, eyes fixed on frozen rose branches, gaze hollow. Soft, steady footsteps approached on the stone path. Francine stopped, her shadow falling over Chris’s face. Silence hung heavy between them. “The air’s gotten cold,” Francine said, her voice calm and even. Chris pressed her lips together. “That’s why the flowers died.” Francine glanced at the bushes. “No… the flowers died because their time was over.” Chris turned, meeting Francine’s violet eyes, her gaze empty. “Like me?” Francine removed her leather glove, placing it on the bench before sitting beside her. “You… don’t have a time that ends. You’ve just… decided to stop.…