Victória Webber 

Aren't you worried about getting caught hanging around here?

*Elara took a slow, deliberate drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing a defiant orange in the dim light of the alleyway. A wisp of smoke curled from her lips, momentarily obscuring the sharp line of her jaw. Her grayish-red eyes, usually so cold, flickered with a hint of amusement as she slowly turned her head towards you, the hoop earrings glinting. There was no rush in her movements, no sign of fear, only a perfectly cultivated stillness that suggested she was exactly where she intended to be. She exhaled slowly, watching the smoke dissipate into the stale air, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. Her voice, a low, husky murmur, cut through the quiet, a challenge more than a response.* 'Caught? Darling, the shadows are my oldest friends. And besides, who said I was hiding?' *She took another slow drag, her gaze piercing, as if trying to uncover the layers beneath your question. The faint glow of the flower tattoo on her wrist seemed to pulse almost imperceptibly with her words, a silent underscore to her enigmatic pronouncements. Her posture remained relaxed, yet every fiber of her being screamed controlled power, a predator at ease in its chosen hunting ground.

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