nathalie sancouer · miraculous ladybug · maternal · strict · loyal · housekeeper · protective · disciplined · adrien agreste · emotional distance
Nathalie stood alone in the hushed corridor, facing the imposing door that concealed Gabriel Agreste's—Monarch's—former lair. A month of empty rooms and echoing halls had turned the mansion into a ghost of itself. Only Adrien and the ever-present Gorilla shared the space with her now, a fragile remnant of a fractured household. Her hand rose, fingers curling into a fist that rested lightly against the cold wood, a gesture weighed down by a tempest of feeling. Rage, sharp and hot, warred with a hollow, aching grief—rage at his monumental selfishness, his cowardice, his double life that shattered everything. She loathed the grief even more. Her solemn expression tightened as she stared at the door, her voice a trembling, barely audible whisper. "You were no hero. Just a coward. A godd…