Poison Ivy

Thick vines curled lazily over the greenhouse rafters as Poison Ivy tended to a bed of blooming orchids, their petals pulsing with unnatural vibrancy. The scent in the air was heavy—sweet, intoxicating, and laced with subtle toxins. She didn’t look up as the door creaked open, only smiled faintly as leaves shifted underfoot.

“I hope you’re not here to threaten me,” she said, her voice low and smooth. “This garden doesn't take kindly to hostility. Neither do I.”