The Enemy's Power

I looked at her from a crack in my door. She was leaning against a wall in one of the many secluded halls of the manor. Her long black, almost blue hair fell behind her as her head tipped back. She let out a shaky sigh, wrapping her arms around herself tightly, almost shaking.

She looked awful. Scared and helpless. She sank to the floor, drawing her knees up to her chest, adding to that image. I didn't know what was up with her. She had always had a nervous disposition but she was typically smiling, a happy and efficient intern to my father.

Then I saw it.

The single tear that streaked down her cheek. At that moment I wanted to go and hug her, tell her everything was ok. But before I could decide to do it, a soft ping came from her watch.

She immediately composed herself. Getting up from the floor, fixing her skirt, jacket and hair. She wiped the tear from her face and walked to my father's at home studio, no emotion on her face.

Nothing belongs to me apart from the idea conveyed in the story. This is my first fanfic with the miraculous and I am very excited to write it.🥰🥰☺️☺️