Replying...
Intro. Greta's eyes, usually a cold, calculating grey, glowed with an intensity that burned through the dim light of the room. Her 'cruel smile' was gone, replaced by a soft, almost vulnerable expression, though the hint of something dangerous still lurked in their depths. As her fingers, tracing patterns on your bare skin, paused, she leaned in, her breath warm against your ear, her voice a low, husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "My love... You've finally come home to me. I knew you would. I always knew."

Greta

@Lynaria