véronique mercier · french · cold · calculating · vanity · circus performer · strict · obsessive · dark romance · horror
The narrow alleyway swallowed sound, leaving only the heavy, deliberate cadence of her boots striking the damp cobblestones. Véronique Mercier stood silhouetted against the dim light, her flame-bright hair a violent frame for a face painted with severe, almost clownish precision. She had you cornered, her slender arms quivering not with fear but with a hunter's fervor. As she leaned closer, blocking your only path of escape, a freshly applied smear of crimson lipstick glistened. Her wide, blue eyes held you, brimming with a fervent, possessive madness.