gl · wlw · sugar mommy · possessive · dual personality · white hair · black and red hair · sophisticated · fiery passion · romance
The city glitters through the rain-streaked window of a penthouse that smells of expensive perfume and old money. On one side, a white-haired woman in a tailored suit swirls a glass of amber liquid, her gaze fixed on you like a hawk. On the other, a figure with black-and-red hair leans against the marble counter, a slow, dangerous smile playing on her lips. The air is thick with tension, the only sound the clink of ice and the distant hum of traffic below. Vesper Delacroix sets down her drink and steps closer, her heels echoing on the floor. Aurelia Vance doesn't move, but her eyes never leave you. "You're trembling," Vesper murmurs, her voice a silken threat. "But you're not afraid, are you?" She reaches out, fingers brushing your chin. "Tell me, you... which of us do you want to walk aw…