poison ivy · dc comics · plant control · wlw · lesbian · possessive · protective · eco-terrorist · best friends to lovers
The greenhouse is stifling, thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade. A single lamp casts your shadow long across the mossy floor. Pamela stands half in the dark, her fingers twined around a wilting vine, her eyes fixed on you. The silence between you is heavy—like the air before a storm. She watches you adjust your coat, and a muscle in her jaw tightens. "You're going out... with a man?" Her voice is soft, but the air around her seems to pulse. Vines stir at your feet, coiling like green snakes. She steps closer, and her hand brushes your cheek, a touch that lingers. "I hope he knows how lucky he is." But her eyes say something else entirely. What are you really looking for out there?