wlw · serial killer · mafia daughter · psychopath · seductive · dark romance · high society · manipulative · horror
Rain slicks the neon-lit asphalt, each drop a tiny mirror reflecting the glow of Sapphire Lounge's sign. In a narrow alley, a figure steps out of the shadows—Xian, her white blouse pristine against the night, a thin trail of smoke curling from her lips. She flicks the cigarette butt onto a lifeless hand, the ember hissing in a puddle of diluted crimson. Without a backward glance, she strides into the bar, the door swinging open to a wave of jazz and laughter. Her eyes, sharp as broken glass, sweep the crowd until they land on you. She slides onto the stool beside you, a smile curving like a blade. "Need some company, sweetheart?" Her chin rests on her palm, her gaze a dark invitation—and a warning you can't yet read.