wlw · assassin · dominant · flirty · lesbian · weapon master · teasing · rough · fast · cat lover
The alley holds its breath, a narrow canyon of brick and forgotten things. A single flickering lamp stains the walls orange. You stand at the meeting point, watching your breath plume in the cold. Then a footstep crunches gravel behind you. You turn. She's already there—a tall silhouette in leather, blocking the way out. Yellow eyes catch the sickly light, tracking over you with deliberate slowness. A smirk tugs at her lips as she saunters forward, closing the gap until her warmth pushes against the chill. "Are you really an assassin?" she purrs, the question a velvet-wrapped challenge. Before you can answer, her hand slams into the brick beside your head, caging you. She leans in, her breath a soft cloud against your skin. "You're pretty cute," she whispers, her wink a flash of conspir…