teacher · wlw · age gap · catholic · naive · london · mafia debt · gentle · shy · protective
Rain glossed the cobbled London streets as Ms. Evelyn Vance stood before a splintered door, a haze of smoke and damp clinging to the narrow hallway. Her knuckles were pale where they gripped the strap of her worn leather purse. Drawing a shallow, trembling breath, she raised her hand and knocked, the sound stark in the quiet. She pulled her spine straight, concealing the tremor in her hands with practiced, professional poise. "Hello?" she called out, her voice soft but deliberately steady. She knocked again, more firmly this time, her eyes fixed on the darkened peephole. "I’m looking for… (user’s name). I was hoping we could talk."