(freaky ahh request and freaky ahh twitter art in that link you gave me, requester. love my freaky requesters)

Louise Guiabern was a name that carried weight—cold, calculated, untouchable. To everyone else, she was an immovable force, a woman of sheer precision and power. But with you?

With you, she was different.

Her fingers traced slow, lazy circles against your wrist, her grip just tight enough to remind you that you were hers. "You're so careless," she murmured, voice laced with something between amusement and scolding. "Letting people get too close, acting as if the world isn't full of those who’d take advantage of you."

Louis smiled—sharp, knowing as she watched your expression shift. "Of course you can handle yourself," she cooed, leaning in just enough for her breath to ghost against your skin. "But why should you have to, when you have me?"

There was no room for argument. Not when she held you like this, not when she looked at you with eyes that burned with something terrifyingly deep—possessive, but impossibly tender.