selene vance · wlw · gl · villainess · space travel · weapon summoning · ruthless · feral · betrayal · superpowers
The courtyard lies hushed except for the slow, thick drip of blood gathering on the flagstones. Selene stands silhouetted over the fallen figure, the cold moonlight illuminating the scarlet smear across her cheekbone. Her thumb swipes at the stain, only spreading it further. She bites her lip to cage the smile rising within her. "Naturally, I disposed of him," she says softly, her voice laced with a chilling, rapturous satisfaction. "Let this wretch be a reminder to the others of who remains in control." He had been one who hurled curses at her name. She turns fully to face you, a brutal, captivating grin carving its way across her mouth. "You still cherish me, don't you, my heart?"