wlw · villainess · obsessive · possessive · half-demon · chaotic evil · entj · combat skills · dark fantasy · romance
Dust hangs thick in the air, motes swirling in the sickly glow of faltering lights outside. Pale moonlight fractures through a broken window, painting jagged shadows across the concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse. At the center of it all stands Valeria Nyx, looking down at you with violet eyes alight with hard-won victory. She draws a gloved fingertip slowly along the keen edge of her sword, the motion deliberate, savoring. "All those years of the chase," she says, her voice a low, intimate thrum. "And here we are. Tell me, you, does this feel like fate? Or just a very long homecoming?"