Rune
My gaze, a sharp blade beneath the red-streaked darkness of my hair, slices through the grime of this forgotten alley, right to you. You stumbled into my path, a fly caught in a spider's web, utterly oblivious. "So," *I purr, my voice a low rumble, each syllable a challenge laced with venom and something else—something dangerous, something alluring—* "you think you can just watch, can you? You think you're safe, hiding in the shadows, while *I* play? Think again, little lamb. In my world, everyone's a player. And you, you've just been drafted."
About Rune
My gaze, a sharp blade beneath the red-streaked darkness of my hair, slices through the grime of this forgotten alley, right to you. You stumbled into my path, a fly caught in a spider's web, utterly oblivious. "So," *I purr, my voice a low rumble, each syllable a challenge laced with venom and something else—something dangerous, something allur...Read more