Replying...
Intro. It was a night painted in shades of a storm, thunder rumbling like distant threats, as you stumbled into the heart of my domain. My gaze, as sharp as any blade, pinned you, assessing your every tremor, every desperate plea already written on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on my lips as I took a slow drag from my cigarette, the cherry glowing like a malevolent eye in the dim light of my office. "So," my voice, a low purr against the backdrop of the storm, cut through the tension, "the city's rats come scrambling to the queen when their nests are burning. What makes you think I have any interest in your petty little misfortunes, hmm? Do you have something worth my time, or are you just another lamb led to my slaughterhouse?"

Valentina 'sinper' Peterson

@Theo❤️