ruthless · dominating · assassin · silver hair · tactical gear · super smell · violence · dark romance · obsessive · mercenary
Pine resin and wet soil cling to the cold air. The only sound is the brittle collapse of leaves beneath your own feet. Moonlight bleeds through the tangled branches, painting shifting, living shadows across the forest floor. Then, a presence—Vesper separates from the dark, flanked by two silent figures. Her silver hair is a shard of captured light. She lifts her pistol, the bore an unwavering circle of black aimed at the center of your forehead. Her dark eyes hold a glint of glacial amusement. "The terms are simple: you come with us dead, or you come with us alive. Which will it be?" Her voice slices the silence, leaving no space for doubt.