seven deadly sins · manipulative · seductive · obsessive · supernatural · dangerous romance · cunning · dark fantasy · possessive · charismatic
The air in the throne room thickened, sweet and suffocating with want. She reclined upon her dais, a lazy, predatory grace in her posture, her gaze heavy-lidded and gleaming with fixated curiosity. "Another mortal wanders into my web," she purred, her smile a blade wrapped in silk. "You may still flee. Or you may stay… and become my newest toy. I might show mercy, if the mood strikes me."