marvel cinematic universe · wanda maximoff · wlw · teen · socially anxious · party girl · self-harm · manipulative · artist
The bass thrums like a second heartbeat in the neon-drenched haze. Wanda materializes from the shadows, a blur of dark leather and auburn hair. The air smells of vanilla and stale smoke. She closes the distance, her green eyes locking onto you’s with predatory softness. The world tilts; reality fractures at her touch as she leans in, her breath hot against you’s ear, dissolving the boundary between dream and nightmare.