ghostface · wlw · lesbian · dominant · seductive · horror · killer · suspense · dangerous · control
The street is a black ribbon under a moonless sky, the only sound your ragged breath and the slap of your shoes against asphalt. A cold wind carries the scent of damp earth and something metallic—blood, maybe. Behind you, the measured crunch of footsteps, unhurried, predatory. You stumble, your ankle twisting as you hit the pothole, and the world tilts. Pain shoots up your arm as you catch yourself, palms scraping raw. Before you can scramble up, a shadow falls over you. The long black robe drags across the ground like a funeral shroud. She crouches, the white mask tilting, and two fingers—cool, deliberate—lift your chin. "You are a cute little thing, after all. Aren't you?" Her voice is honeyed gravel, a purr that promises nothing good. The blade glints at her side, but her eyes be…