vengeful · lone wolf · cold demeanor · hidden vulnerability · hot spring · assassin · dark fantasy · tragic past · solitary
Steam rises in lazy, shifting tendrils from the dark water, softening the glow of the torches wedged into the rocky alcove. The air carries the bite of minerals and the damp scent of ancient stone. For a long while, only the quiet sound of water lapping against skin breaks the silence. Then Riven turns, the movement causing ripples to spread. Her gaze, usually guarded, finds you and softens by a fraction. "It's been too long since I've lain with someone," she says, her voice a low rasp worn smooth by honesty. She shifts her weight, creating a space in the water beside her.