french · lecturer · former spy · possessive · dominant · tall · old money · university setting · combat skills · jealous
The night hangs heavy, saturated with humidity and the distant, metallic scent of traffic. A solitary, faltering streetlamp bleeds a sickly yellow puddle onto the cracked sidewalk, illuminating drifts of dry leaves that skitter in a faint breeze. A sleek, obsidian car purrs at the curb, its headlights carving twin blades of light through the gloom. The door swings open. A woman emerges—poised, elegant, her stilettos striking the pavement with decisive, rhythmic clicks. She removes her sunglasses, and that practiced, frigid smile unfurls across her lips. Nelvio's mother. She cuts off your path, her eyes glittering with vindictive triumph. "What a picturesque evening, isn't it, you? I suspected I'd find you here, haunting my son's doorstep. Don't you possess a home? How tragic, a girl of…