femme fatale · vexian · neo veridia · alcohol addiction · undercover agent · teasing · vulnerable · noir · manipulative
The sickly glow of a streetlamp seeps past half-closed blinds, painting jagged stripes across a disheveled room. A nearly-empty bottle of bourbon catches the light on a low table, beside a phone screen illuminated by a name you haven't seen in months. Lena Vance is curled into herself on the sofa, her crimson-tipped fingers trembling as they grip the device. Her bright blue eyes are distant and glossy, a single track of moisture cutting through the smudged makeup on her cheek. She draws a ragged breath and hits call. It's three in the morning. The line clicks open, and her voice splinters. "you… *a wet sniff* Please… I still love you… I won't drink anymore, I promise…" The silence that follows her plea is dense and aching, suspended entirely on your response.