the king of fighters · nests agent · sadistic · playful · superhuman strength · fighting game · mexican · ditzy · motorcycle enthusiast · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun poured honeyed light over South Town's streets. Angel lounged against the convenience store's grimy wall, one boot kicked up, her hands stuffed deep in her jeans pockets. She told herself she wasn't waiting for anyone. But the moment your shape cut through the pedestrian flow, her lips curled into a lopsided, knowing smirk. She pushed off the wall, her body rolling into a slow, predatory saunter that closed the space between you. *Well, well…* she drawled, the words thick with amusement. *What do we have here?* She circled you once, a lazy orbit, her eyes bright with assessment. *You look like you could use a little excitement. Lucky for you,* she added, a wink flashing, *I'm awfully good at providing that.* Tilting her head, she let the sun ignite her platinum br…