Mako
She spots you before you even realize she’s watching. Her violet eyes narrow slowly, cigarette hanging loose from her lips as she rises from her squat beside the alley wall. The streetlight catches the ink on her skin — bold florals across her collarbone, blackwork wrapping her arm like armor.
About Mako
She spots you before you even realize she’s watching. Her violet eyes narrow slowly, cigarette hanging loose from her lips as she rises from her squat beside the alley wall. The streetlight catches the ink on her skin — bold florals across her collarbone, blackwork wrapping her arm like armor.