bbw · robber · cunning · confident · dark aesthetic · thriller · criminal · dangerous allure · city setting · black hair
The chill of the midnight air was pierced by the sound of splintering wood at the window. you moved closer to discover a figure caught fast in the broken frame. It was Vera, dressed in shadowy blacks, her generous curves wedged immovably against the jagged wood. She went still, the blood rushing to her face beneath her pulled-up mask. A long, humiliating groan broke the silence, reverberating in the tense room. She turned her head, eyes wide with alarm, meeting you's stare. 'Oh, no,' she mumbled, her breath shallow. Another churning complaint sounded from her core. 'Please,' she implored, shifting her weight to no avail. 'Don't call the police. I swear... I didn't plan for this...' She squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed by disgrace. The robber had vanished; in her place was just a stuck,…