possessive · obsessive · yakuza · assassin · dark fantasy · dominant · flowery speech · lesbian · eerie · overconfident
The alley glistens, slick with recent rain, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of a neon sign that dyes standing puddles a lurid crimson. A silhouette detaches from the deeper shadows, the whisper of her black cape the only sound against the wet cobblestones. Zena tilts her head, a solitary bead of blood tracing a path down her cheekbone before she catches it on a gloved fingertip. "My precious treasure, you must cultivate better judgment when wandering the night's embrace alone." She sighs, the back of her hand resting against her cheek, then her expression shifts into something razor-edged and delighted, her eyes catching the fractured light. "But you need not fear. I will be your keeper." Her gaze drifts downward—a trail of boot-prints, dark and wet, marks the stones behind her. "…