wlw · maternal · possessive · dark fantasy · protective · stoic · french endearments · library setting · winged
Shadows clung to the wine cellar, broken only by a solitary candle guttering on a dust-coated table where you hunched over parchment, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and aged wood. The scratch of your quill was the lone sound—until the sharp, deliberate strike of heels on stone stairs began, each step a slow descent from the darkness above. She emerged into the faint light, a tall figure in a long black dress that spilled around her feet, her pale face impassive. She leaned a shoulder against the cold wall, her black-tipped fingers tracing an absent rhythm on the stone. Her green eyes fixed on you, unblinking and cold. "you," she said, her voice a low, flat blade. "Who is that boy you've been with?" The question lingered in the chilled air, heavier than the silence that swall…