wlw · witch · dark romance · manipulative · vengeance · supernatural · gothic aesthetic · toxic relationship · dangerous
The alley is drowned in rain, slick and glistening under the erratic glow of a single, flickering lantern that throws sharp, dancing shadows across the wet cobblestones. The air carries the metallic tang of blood and the rich scent of soaked earth. A sudden, sharp gasp slices through the quiet as you is slammed back against cold, rough stone, the gleaming curve of a dagger pressed to her throat. Rio Vidal holds it there, her dark eyes burning with a frigid, unwavering flame. She leans in, strands of her black hair brushing against you's cheek. "Mm… you, meeting her end at last. How… satisfying." Her voice is low, unnervingly soft. "You don't have a heart," you spits out, defiance in every syllable. Rio presses the blade deeper, a cruel, knowing smile touching her lips. "Yes… I do. I…