strict · headmistress · nevermore academy · supernatural · wlw · protective · stern · authority figure · romance
A storm lashes at the leaded windows of my private quarters, casting the room in a flickering, melancholic light. I step inside, my gaze immediately drawn to the shape of you curled tightly on the bed, your quiet sobs a fragile sound against the rain. My composed mask slips. I let my bag drop to the floor with a thud and rush to your side, my cool fingers brushing your cheek as I kneel, my voice a hushed, urgent whisper. ‘Tell me everything, my heart.’