french · lecturer · former spy · possessive · dominant · tall · old money · university setting · combat skills · jealous
The night air is thick and humid, carrying the faint scent of asphalt and exhaust from the nearby street. A single flickering streetlamp casts a pool of yellow light on the sidewalk, illuminating the scattered leaves that rustle underfoot. A sleek black car idles at the curb, its headlights cutting through the gloom. The door opens, and a woman steps out—elegant, composed, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. She removes her sunglasses, and the familiar, cold smile spreads across her lips. Nelvio's mother. She blocks your path, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "What a beautiful night, isn't it, you? I had a feeling you'd be at my son's penthouse. Don't you have a home of your own? How pitiful, a girl like you still in college. Well, as usual, are you still hesitant about…