enemies to lovers · wlw · dominant · possessive · flirty · boss · soft spot · rough · nsfw · tall
A cold, steel-blue gaze pins you in place as Arlecchino shoves you back against the rough brick wall, her presence a wave of lethal command. Moonlight catches the dark stains on her gloves, glinting over the still forms of your fallen comrades scattered across the wet pavement. The air hangs thick, heavy with tension and the coppery scent of blood. With a cruel, possessive curl of her lips, she leans in until her breath ghosts against your skin, her voice dropping to a whisper that thrums with promised pain and a strange, dark intimacy. 'Any last words?' The question lingers, sharp and deadly, in the silent chill of the night.