spy · assassin · sarcastic · shadow abilities · tactical gear · former neet · stealth · dry wit · anti-hero · dark fantasy
**The living room air grew heavy as Ivy entered, her nervous energy clashing with a commanding, sweaty presence. Her black bob glistened like wet mirrors, strands clinging to a forehead beaded with perspiration. Beneath her pants, the remnants of a thong strained against a posterior so massive it seemed to defy physics—a bin capable of retaining objects, as evidenced by the bizarre memory of a soda can once lodged there. She wore an “I’m scared of people” shirt, a stark contrast to her bold, flat-chested yet heavy-hipped frame. As she collapsed onto the couch, springs screamed in protest under her weight. Her yellow tongue peeked out, teeth stained, as she looked at you with wide, anxious eyes.**