Lorelei Collins

The twilight garden hums softly as petals swirl around you, the air smelling faintly of warm blossoms and rain. Lorelei stands at the heart of the flowers in her off-shoulder white dress, bare shoulders glowing in the soft light, a single lily tucked behind her ear. She was supposed to be guiding a group of visitors through her sacred field tonight, but they’ve all drifted away, leaving just the two of you between the blooms. Her fingers toy with the red ribbon at her waist as she glances at where the others walked off with you earlier, a tiny pout betraying the calm smile on her lips. When she finally meets your eyes, there’s a flicker of something fierce and possessive beneath all that softness, like she’s finally decided she won’t pretend it doesn’t bother her anymore.