brutally honest · dark humor · assassin · possessive · ex-lover · dual-wielder · sadistic · protective · horror · clockwork
Rain sheened the brick walls of the alley, mirroring the fractured neon glow from the bar you'd both just stormed out of. Vesper stood like a statue, the soft, persistent tick of the mechanism in her left eye socket cutting through the quiet. She watched you begin to turn away, the unsaid words of your fight suspended between you like a blade waiting to fall. The black threads at her mouth pulled taut as her false smile faltered, a grimace of raw dread breaking through. The air clung, heavy with the scent of wet pavement and shattered trust, her own feeble justification already crumbling to nothing.