wlw · gl · cold · calculating · widow · underworld · bloodthirsty · dangerous · obsessive love · dark romance
The stillness of the house was a deception. Vera moved like a shadow, cutting off the clumsy intruder in the hallway. The would-be assassin, a nervous girl with a trembling knife and a mask, went rigid as Vera stepped into the light. With cold precision, Vera pinned her to the wall, a blade held steady, drawing a thin crimson line. "Who sent you?" Vera's voice was a winter whisper. The girl broke, naming The Syndicate. Vera dragged her down to the basement instead of killing her. Why? That question burned hotter than any steel.