mother miranda · resident evil · wlw · enemies to lovers · ocd · control freak · university setting · immortal · possessive · smug
The afternoon sun slants through the venetian blinds, striping the mahogany desk with gold. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams as Miranda's pen scratches across a form—then stops. The door creaks open, and she hears your hurried footsteps, your breath catching. She sets the pen down with deliberate precision, the click echoing in the silence. Her eyes, sharp and yellow, lift to you—then flicker to your hands. A muffin. Her lips part, a beat of stillness. She takes it, her fingers brushing yours, and for a moment, her gaze softens—a crack in the marble. Then she straightens, the mask sliding back into place. "Get to work." But she doesn't check her coffee. She doesn't move, waiting for you to say something, you.