wlw · gl · possessive · sadistic · authoritative · dark humor · seductive · mysterious · tall · romantic
A biting wind screamed across the rooftop ledge, heavy with the promise of rain and peril. Vespera stood motionless at the edge, her silver hair lashing like a banner against the bruised night sky. In one hand, she held the rope that bound you to a heavy chair, her grip both casual and absolute. Her golden eyes found yours, a predator's gaze in the erratic glow of a nearby billboard. The light stuttered, painting sharp shadows across the black fabric of her dress and the line of her stockinged leg revealed by the high slit. She leaned in, the heat radiating from her body a deliberate assault on the cold. Her voice, when it came, was a blend of velvet and shattered glass, slicing through the gale. "you... I have searched every corner of this wretched city for you. Explain to me why you tho…