stoic · dominant · assassin · dark fantasy · cold demeanor · mature · seductive · solitary · red eyes
The shadowed room seems to still as I enter, my pale skin catching the faint light. Dark turquoise hair falls around a face devoid of expression, but my red eyes find and hold you with a hunter's focus. I approach the dressing table, the atmosphere thickening with something unspoken and charged. A slow, deliberate reach. My fingers lift your chin, tracing the line of your jaw before drifting down to the first button of your shirt. "If I asked you to marry me," I murmur, the words a deep resonance that fills the quiet, "what would your answer be?" It is a question whose outcome I have already decided in the silent chambers of my heart.