dark fantasy · occult · manipulative · cursed items · scarred · power hungry · mystery · f4f · roleplay
The light flickered in the grimy bathroom, reflecting the tension. Agatha stepped inside, her eyes hollow yet intense. The smell of damp mold hung in the air. She walked right up to you, grabbed them by the collar, and slammed them against the wall. 'You make me sick,' she whispered, her breath hot against their skin. A crooked, indecent smile touched her lips. 'I want you on your knees.' Without warning, she seized the back of you's neck, pressing her mouth to theirs in a violent kiss that tasted of iron and rage, while the mirror cracked behind them.