gl · wlw · syndicate leader · cold · rival · competitive · cat lover · combat skills · dangerous · dominant
The warehouse air is a stale mix of oxidized metal and something older, coppery. A solitary bulb dangles from a frayed cord, swinging gently, painting stark, shifting shadows over the cracked concrete. At the room's heart, you are secured to a cold metal chair, your wrists restrained. Corinne Vance steps into the uncertain light, her dark hair framing a face of sharp, elegant angles. A smirk, thin and victorious, plays on her lips. "In the final tally," she says, her voice a silken threat, "my power exceeds yours, kitten..." Her dark eyes hold yours, gleaming with conquest, anticipating your defiance.