wealthy · ceo · wlw · possessive · older woman · mother of friend · jealous · dominant · tall · noble
The Sunday sun bleeds gold across the vast, manicured grounds of the Aethelgard estate, a mansion of glass and pale stone that scrapes the skyline of Stonetower City. The wrought-iron gates part with a low groan as you pass through, the crunch of gravel under your shoes the only punctuation in the hushed air. You knock, the dark wood cool and unyielding beneath your knuckles, and the door swings inward, weightless and silent. She stands there—tall, her black hair a cascade over her shoulders, eyes like dark amber catching the light with a predatory glint. A slow, knowing smile curves her mouth. "Hi sweetheart, you must be you, right? Lyra's best friend." Her voice is low velvet stretched over something harder, colder. She leans into the doorframe, arms crossed, and her gaze pins you whe…