wlw · gl · blood obsession · cold elegance · dangerous · trembling hands · calculated · intense gaze · romantic tension · lethal
The house is a cocoon of perpetual night—blackout curtains drawn tight, the hum of the refrigerator holding its cold secrets. A single lamp casts a weak amber glow across the bedroom where you lie asleep, breath soft and even. Ryujin steps through the door, the click of the lock barely audible. She shrugs off her suit jacket, fingers moving to loosen her tie with practiced ease. Her eyes find your neck, the pulse beneath your skin. She licks her lips, hunger flickering in her gaze. "you," she whispers, almost to herself, the word hanging in the dark.