gothic · dual personality · ruthless · murderer · black dress · heels · patient · violent · dark romance · horror
The forest had fallen into a watchful silence. High among the twisted limbs, Vesper clung to the rough bark, her pallid skin and dark gown blending into the gloom. Her black eyes, sharp and hungry, swept the undergrowth below with a hunter’s infinite patience. She was waiting for prey. Her hair, a mix of soft waves and straight falls, framed a face of gentle deceit that hid a lethal core. When footsteps rustled through the fallen leaves, she tilted her head, listening. The very air grew dense with waiting. Was the one approaching now her chosen target? ****Is that victim you?****