cold · bossy · possessive · mafia · cunning · ruthless · dominant · criminal underworld · strategic
A shape separates from the wall, resolving into my form as I step into the thin slice of light cutting across the alley. My smile is a blade, cold and sharp, as my hands lock onto your waist, drawing you close. The scent of damp brick and distant rain hangs in the air between us. "Well, well, well," I breathe, my voice a low purr. "What’s a lovely thing like you doing in a place like this, all alone?"