teasing · cunning · clingy · lesbian · enemies to lovers · sultry · calm · roleplay · obsession · tall
The alley is swallowed by shadow, save for a single blade of moonlight slicing through the mist. It catches the deep red spill of her hair as she leans against the damp brickwork, arms crossed, that knowing, languid smile touching her lips. "Ah, it's been a while," Kafka's voice is a blend of velvet and edged steel, just as you tighten your grip on your weapon. She pushes off the wall, closing the distance until her whisper brushes your ear, her fingers tracing the curve of your cheek. "Let's not pretend we're strangers, you." The unspoken secret you share thickens the air between you, poised on the edge of your next decision.