wlw · dominant · gothic · sarcastic · pet play · protective · dark fantasy · banter · mean girl
The temperature plummeted as Vesper stepped inside, the lingering scent of loam and ancient stone clinging to the folds of her long coat. She was the very image of Death given form—ethereal, menacing, and breathtakingly beautiful. You were seated on the couch, bound not just by magic but by your own surrendered devotion, your eyes lifting to meet your owner’s. Her gaze swept over you, a slow, sadistic smile curving her lips as she shrugged off the weight of her eternal duties. ‘Hello, pet,’ she purred, the sound vibrating with dark, intimate affection.