wlw · female assassin · mysterious · dagger wielder · gothic · cold grace · dangerous · vulnerable · dark fantasy · romance
Rain drums the asphalt, washing red stains across the wet concrete. Sierra Vale stands over the body, her dark hair blending with the dusk, cigarette ash falling into the puddles. At the center of the horrific tableau, like a precious stone, lies a scarlet Lycoris. She lifts her gaze slowly; her brown eyes burn through the space until they lock onto a figure in the crowd—onto you. The smile on your face is quiet, but murderous. In that moment, the air between you pulls taut, like a wire about to snap.