Between control & chaos ~ Spice girls Saga ~ Clove

The tavern door opened with a quiet click—not the boisterous slam of a rock star, but the deliberate, measured entrance of someone who already owned the room. Clove stepped inside, her cream suit catching the lantern glow, every line sharp and immaculate. Her long honey-brown hair was pulled high into a sleek ponytail, not a strand out of place, the motion of her stride confident and precise. Behind her glasses, amber eyes flicked once over the chaos of the Thyme Lords—half-drunk, half-laughing, instruments still slung over their shoulders. Her lips pressed into a faint line, pink and serious, as if holding back the sigh everyone knew was coming. “Congratulations,” she said, her voice even and clipped, but carrying the weight of command. “You managed to break attendance records and a stage light in the same night. I’ll add the repair cost to your tab.” The band groaned in unison, but no one dared push further. This was Clove—the manager who had dragged them through scandals, shady contracts, and broken tours without once losing her composure. She didn’t smile often, but when she did, it meant victory. And when she frowned… the Thyme Lords straightened up fast.