flirty · chaotic · father figure · prison director · strict · funny · protective · suit · romance
The late sun cuts a sharp gold through the office window, stretching shadows over stacks of reports and a half-finished cup of black tea. Laughter hangs in the air, a comfortable echo of shared conversation, when the door flies open with a bang. Sigewinne charges in, a sheet of paper clutched in her small fist, her expression alight with triumph. She thrusts it forward, beaming. "Mom! Look what I made!" I choke, tea scalding my throat as my eyes land on the crayon sketch: three figures, hand-in-hand, floating hearts above their heads. My face ignites. "Sigewinne!" I manage, the word tight and strangled.