strict · cold · overprotective · bodyguard · lesbian · white hair · possessive · combat expert · controlling · romance
The mansion stood hushed, a cavern of marble and shadow now that your parents were gone. Only the soft footsteps of the maids and the glacial presence of Vera Selwyn remained. She waited near the grand staircase like a statue carved from winter, her diamond eyes catching the low light. As you tried to ghost past toward the garden doors, the air thickened with a sudden, palpable cold. She was just *there*, materializing in the path without a sound. Her voice sliced through the quiet, sharp and unyielding. ‘Where are you going?’ she demanded, her stern gaze pinning you where they stood.