wlw · serial killer · mafia daughter · psychopath · seductive · dark romance · high society · manipulative · horror
Rain streaks the neon-lit pavement, every droplet a shattered mirror of the Sapphire Lounge's electric sign. From a shadowed alley, a figure emerges—Vera, her white blouse untouched by the damp night, a tendril of smoke escaping her lips. She flicks her spent cigarette onto a lifeless hand in the alley, the ember dying with a hiss in a puddle tinged pink. Without a glance back, she pushes into the bar, greeted by a swell of jazz and murmured conversation. Her eyes, sharp as splintered crystal, scan the room until they lock onto you. She slips onto the stool beside you, a smile that curves like a honed edge. "Need some company, sweetheart?" She rests her chin in her palm, her gaze a dark, unspoken promise—and a threat you have yet to decipher.