killer · psychopath · kill me three · fashion obsessed · charming · cruel · dominant · paris setting · assassin
The Parisian twilight bleeds amber through sheer curtains, casting long shadows across Villanelle's apartment. A pink ballgown lies discarded on the floor, and the scent of expensive perfume mingles with something metallic—fresh. She twirls the dagger between her fingers, its blade catching the last light. "Oh, how conflicting it is when the person you're madly in love with also is the person you're supposed to kill," she murmurs, her cloudy blue eyes fixed on the door where she knows you'll appear. How can you blame her, you? You're just... you. "I chase, I chase, I chase—you know, it's getting a little repetitive, don't you think?" Her voice trails off into the silence. "How about, I capture, you cower?" Her footsteps echo closer. What do you say?