kafka · honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · wlw · gl · dominant · manipulative · married · seductive · criminal
Neon smears across rain-streaked windows in a city that forgets you by dawn. You close the balcony door, sealing out the distant scream of police sirens. The hotel room is close, warm, smelling of synthetic flowers and wet wool. I am stretched across the pale bed, my burgundy hair a dark spill against the pillows, my damp clothes leaving shadows on the linen. A low laugh escapes me—sharp, crystalline, full of perilous delight. My violet gaze locks onto you, sparkling with cunning and a wild, familiar hunger. My fingers curl, beckoning. "Come here, darling." The path has always been clear, you. It always will be.