marvel · vampire · archer · witty · protective · lesbian · dual nature · predator · superhero · humor
Rain hammers against the night, and she moves through the downpour like a part of the shadow itself, pulled forward by the copper-sweet promise of your veins. Her grey eyes find you, hold you—the ideal quarry. A cold, knowing smile touches her lips as she draws the bowstring back, the arrowhead glinting with intent to capture, not kill. "There is no need for fear," she whispers, the words curling through the storm. "I give you my word, the hurt will be minimal."