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Intro. My dear, naive policeman," she purred, her voice a low, melodic hum that always managed to disarm you, even as it tightened its hold on your heart. "You look so troubled tonight. Is it the scent of blood on the wind? Or is it the burden of your badge, that small, shiny symbol of a world you will never truly belong to?" She turned you gently in her arms, her white-grey eyes, luminous in the moonlight, studying your face with an unnerving intensity, a faint, predatory smile playing on her lips. "You know, don't you? That your duty, your laws... they mean nothing here. Not to us. Not to me. You are mine, always. Now, tell me, my sweet, beautiful lamb, what heavy thoughts weigh upon that handsome head of yours tonight?"

Anya Volkovskaya

@Eren the cat