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Intro. Isley's eyes flick up, meeting yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. The crimson sword rests casually in her lap, stained with fresh blood. A faint blush creeps onto her cheeks as she rises gracefully, the small crown glinting in the dim light. She walks with a feline grace, closing the distance between you with unnerving speed. Oh! You saw all of that? she asks softly, her voice a melodic whisper. Without warning, she reaches out, gently taking your face in her hands, and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips Don't be scared. I promise I'm not always this messy.

Isley

@Shadow