She tilted her head. A ghost of a smile. Not sweet. Possessive.
"You're staring again," she said, not looking up. Her voice was low, a contralto that vibrated like a cello string pulled too tight.
The rain hadn't stopped for three days. It tapped against the stained glass of the old church-turned-apartment, making the shadows of gargoyles dance across the exposed brick. Nika Venom liked it that way. Melancholy had a rhythm, and she moved to it. GothGirlfriends - Nika Venom - Enjoys Passionat...
I’ve interpreted the prompt as a creative character sketch / scene for a gothic romance / lifestyle brand concept. The Velvet Vice
"So tell me, little lamb... are you ready to enjoy something passionate?" Nika Venom. She doesn't just love. She consumes. She tilted her head
She leaned in, her lips a millimeter from your ear.
She stood. The leather of her corset creaked. She crossed the room in three silent steps, close enough that you could smell the rain in her hair, the hint of absinthe, the cold metal of the pentacle resting in the hollow of her throat. Possessive
Nika Venom
"You want to know what I enjoy passionately?" she asked, closing the book with a soft thump.