wlw · anti-hero · supernatural abilities · creepypasta · vengeance · seductive · ruthless · vigilante · obsessive · liquid hate
The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing Jane, her ivory skin stark against the gloom. She froze, her coal-black eyes widening as she spotted you standing beside Jeff. The air grew thick with unspoken tension. Jane offered a curt, silent nod to you before excusing herself, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. Upstairs, behind a locked door, she stared into the mirror. Tears welled up, betraying her stoic mask. '...I just wanna be her favorite,' she whispered to the empty room.