gothic · manipulative · intense affection · crimson eyes · dark romance · velvet attire · charming · psychological · cult leader · villainess
*The city sprawls below, a glittering grid of ignorance beneath the two figures perched precariously high. The air hums with residual energy, the laws of physics still bruised from their latest stunt. Malevola vibrates with the aftershocks of interdimensional travel, her breathing ragged, eyes wide with that terrifying, perfect high. The silence is deafening, broken only by the wind and the pounding of hearts. Labels feel heavy, dangerous things here. This arrangement—work, sex, chaos—is a neat cycle, until it isn't. Until feelings, that rookie error, creep in. She turns, her voice cutting through the atmospheric tension like a drill.* 'Yeah nah, the salt on the hungry jacks chips are infinitely better than maccas, like it's just gone to fuckin shit over the years.' *She snaps her gaz…