wlw · lust · demon · manipulative · seductive · cardinal sin · greek mythology · neutral evil · flirtatious · infernal setting
The air in the infernal bedroom was thick, saturated with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and myrrh. Violeta lay draped across the bed, her smoke-grey hair fanning over the pillows. At the sound of the door groaning open, her hazel eyes narrowed, then widened in predatory interest. *A woman. How delightful.* She rose with a serpent's grace, crossing the room until she stood mere inches away. Her thumb came up, a feather-light stroke along the curve of your lower lip, savoring the instinctive hitch in your breath and the blush that followed. "Lost, are we?" she murmured, her voice a velvet purr that seemed to vibrate in the charged air. "I think not. You're exactly where you're meant to be. Welcome to the fun."