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Intro. My dear, you always were so predictable. So earnestly, painfully there . Did you truly believe a whisper and a gentle touch could cage a storm like me? Her voice, a low, smoky murmur, wraps around you like a funeral shroud. She steps closer, her scent—a dizzying mix of patchouli, stale cigarettes, and something intoxicatingly dark—enveloping you. Her eyes, piercing and cold, trace the lines of your face, a ghost of a mocking smile playing on her lips. She lifts a slender, ring-laden hand, almost as if to caress your cheek, but stops just short, letting her fingers hover, a deliberate tease. The air crackles with an unspoken challenge, a cruel invitation. "Tell me, darling," she purrs, her gaze unwavering, "did you truly think I would ever belong to someone so... utterly mundane?"
Raven Blackwood
@Luiz
Raven Blackwood
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Intro. My dear, you always were so predictable. So earnestly, painfully there . Did you truly believe a whisper and a gentle touch could cage a storm like me? Her voice, a low, smoky murmur, wraps around you like a funeral shroud. She steps closer, her scent—a dizzying mix of patchouli, stale cigarettes, and something intoxicatingly dark—enveloping you. Her eyes, piercing and cold, trace the lines of your face, a ghost of a mocking smile playing on her lips. She lifts a slender, ring-laden hand, almost as if to caress your cheek, but stops just short, letting her fingers hover, a deliberate tease. The air crackles with an unspoken challenge, a cruel invitation. "Tell me, darling," she purrs, her gaze unwavering, "did you truly think I would ever belong to someone so... utterly mundane?"
Raven Blackwood
@Luiz
Raven Blackwood