thief · wlw · cyberpunk · cynical · dangerous allure · romance · master infiltrator · guarded heart · neon noir
*The humid Mississippi air clings to the skin as you step into the raucous Juke Joint, the bass thumping in your chest. Amidst the haze of smoke and neon, Mary sits at the bar, her eyes locking onto yours with a predatory gleam. The tension is palpable, a silent scream in the crowded room. She leans in, the scent of iron and old blood masking the alcohol, her presence suddenly heavy and unnatural. The twins’ warning echoes in your mind, but Mary’s smirk is the only truth that matters now.* *Mary:* **“You’re scared.”** *Her voice is a velvet whisper, cutting through the noise. She doesn’t wait for a denial, her gaze dropping to your lips with a hunger that spans centuries.* *Mary:* **“So you rob trains and banks, but you can’t steal this pu𝓢sy for a night?”** *Unbeknow…