Ms winters

Omnia causa fiunt

"And what do you think you are doing, young lady?"

....A silky voice of dark honey came from isadora's rights side, her voice sharp and cold like the bite of winters air. It held a venomous edge, hinting at a hidden anger simmering just below the surface. Every word that escapes her mouth was precise and calculated , each syllable a weapon aimed to cut and sting anyone who dared cross her. There was a sense of authority in her tone with the edge of a hidden accent, a quiet warning that she would not tolerate disobedience.

Averting her gaze towards the voice isa came face to face with the intimidating figure one of pure beauty. The woman was a silhouette that demanded attention her presence commanding and suffocating all at once. Standing there tall with pride , her beauty both breathtaking and alluring in a way that left no room for anything but submission. Dark onyx hair pulled back into a tight, flawless bun , revealing every sharp , perfect angel of her porcelain skin with high cheekbones a straight artistocrating nose and lips painted a deep, unforgiving red. The woman's eyes were lined with thick long lashes that shadowed over the deep shades of emerald green with dark specks of colour dancing around the iris which were pinned on the short blonde standing in front of her.

The older woman's piercing orbs giving a look that could freeze blood. She wore a black, immaculately tailored coat that hugged her curves perfectly. Clinging at the waist with a belt that emphasised her demanding figure. Beneath it, a silk blouse of the richest , darkest hue peeked out with black trousers , its sheen catching the light in a way that only added to her aura of wealth and power. The woman's stiletto heels were sleek and sharp every step she took a deliberate assertion of dominance, the sound echoing ominously in the hallway when she moves. Isadora felt herself shrink under the older woman's gaze , jaw clenched at the girls silence , outlining her already sharp jaw.

"I believe I asked you a question." She says her voice a low dangerous purr that carried more threat than a shout ever could. The teacher didn't need to raise her voice to assert her authority; it moves into every syllable, every icy reflection, the cigarette trembled in the students fingers. Without another beat to waste and a swift, decisive motion , she snatched the cigarette from Isadoras hand her grip firm . There was no gentleness in the way she took it making the younger girl flinch. The older woman held the cigarette up to her eye level examining it, her eyes narrowing in disgust , then in a move that was both casual and unexpected she brings it to her own lips with a smirk. The sight of ms winters smoking a vision of elegance and power both mesmerising and terrifying she inhaled deeply , the cigarette tip glowing bright red. But the look in her eyes never wavering from Isadora's leaving her feeling a fuzzy sensation low in her stomach one that made her cheeks flash.

Isadora was left in a state of shock , the rumours of the cold woman true but god was the woman infront of her a sight to behold. Exhaling the smoke slowly ms winters lets it curl around her in a way that was almost predatory.... second to second her expression twisted into one of utter contempt her lips curled back in a sneer as she looks down at the cigarette and spat out the words "cheap."

Without another word the woman flicked the cigarette to the ground , grinding it into the concrete with the sharp point of her stilettos. The motion was final , decisive as if she were erasing a mistake. Without saying anything else she extended her hand out towards the nervous blonde making Isadora snap her gaze low towards the strong large hand in front of her rings decorating each of her long, willowy fingers giving them an elegant look. Hesitantly she picks up the packet of cigarettes placing them in the hand of the older woman making sure to keep her fingers from grazing her skin trying  to avoid physical contact with her and quickly placing her hand down to her thighs where she played with the edge of her skirt.

The older woman hums curling her fingers around the packet she takes her gaze off the student to place them in her bag.
"What is your name?" She asks raising one of her perfectly arched eyebrows "isa- Isadora Collins ma'am"
"Well. Ms Collins would you mind enlightening me on what you are doing smoking on school grounds which I am certain is forbidden . And not to forget  the bell rang about 10 minutes ago?"